After Xu Lan was done bathing, he got caught up in a tricky situation. There were no clothes in this room for the little guy to wear. The man had no choice but to put on a T-shirt over the child. It was so big that it was dragging on the floor similar to those Chinese Opera costumes.
"Let's go and buy a few items of clothing afterward," Xu Lan said while he dried the child's hair.
"Fine," the little guy answered in a muffled tone as soft as the noises made by flying insects. Since Bai Wu exited the restaurant, he kept his head down and his face was bright red.
"Why? Are you not feeling well?" Xu Lan, who was drying the child's hair with the towel in his hand, separated his hair and moved closer to press their foreheads together.
Bai Wu's face became a shade redder immediately, and the temperature of his face went up by a few degrees.
