"Yes." Chu Lui turned his daughter's face around. A small face that was weeping miserably appeared in front of Qin Luo, making him firmly furrow his brows. "Why was she crying so miserably?"
"And her hair, it sure looks like a successful cut. There's not a single bit of artistic touch to it. It makes this beautiful child look ugly."
"Alright, I understand. So it's this child, right? Which unrefined person cut this child's hair like that?" As he spoke, he reached out his hands to carry the child in Chu Lui's arms over. "Alright, Little Cutie, Uncle will make you the prettiest doll."
His criticisms made Du Jingtang's face red. It was all his fault; he made Rainy into a small watermelon. He received even more blame from Chu Lui, and this time, his face flushed even redder.
