Jiang huailu sat on Lu huaijiang's knee, sobbing softly.
He wiped his tears with the back of his chubby hand. His eyes were red and bright, and he looked very aggrieved.
"Brother, why is embroidery so difficult? Is Lulu not smart enough?" The little girl's fingers were swollen, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
Lu huaijiang accepted his fate and took the needle.
Her thumb and index finger held the needle, and her little finger was slightly raised, holding the needle and moving like a dragon and phoenix.
His ten fingers were long and slender, glowing with a white light, and his nails were slightly round.
Lu huaijiang's face was tense. The moment he picked up the embroidery needle, his veins were tense.
Why did I pick up the embroidery needle when she said "brother, can you teach me?"
His Highness Lu threaded the needle in front of Jiang huailu until the baby stopped crying.
