Quan Jingwu chuckled softly, "Do I look good?"
Her smile was naive, "Good-looking."
Her Jing tyrant, the best-looking of them all.
"Silly," he chucked her forehead affectionately.
Quan Yifei just turned her head to witness this scene, unexpectedly getting a mouthful of dog food that left her feeling a mix of sour and thrilled.
Want to know what's sweeter than honey by several degrees?
Just look at her third brother and his wife.
It was getting late, and the old master Quan and others were also ready to head back.
Before leaving, Rhee repeatedly reminded Quan Jingwu to remember to bring Jian Qing to the mansion for a meal tomorrow.
After seeing them off, Quan Jingwu directly ignored the mess on the table and took Jian Qing upstairs.
In the bathroom, the sound of trickling water flowed.
Jian Qing sat in the bathtub looking up, while Quan Jingwu sat on a small stool, skillfully washing her hair with a comfortable intensity that almost lulled her to sleep.
