"Are you washed up?" Michelle Campbell got up, walked over, casually picked up a clean towel that had been placed to the side, and wiped the little guy's head!
That man helped him take a bath but didn't dry the water on his head. What if he catches a cold?
Looking at Michelle Campbell wiping her son's face, Samuel Noah Jackson couldn't help frowning.
Then, his dissatisfied voice followed.
"Michelle Campbell, do you know how to write the word 'fair'?"
His face was also wet!
Why didn't she wipe it for him?!
As soon as she heard his words, and that sour tone, Michelle Campbell instantly understood.
"I know…" she said helplessly, then obediently took the towel and wiped the drops of water from his face…
Seeing this, Samuel Noah Jackson's complexion finally looked a little better.
That's more like it…
"Okay, it's late now. Lorne should go to sleep first, Mommy will tell you a story!" After putting down the towel, Michelle Campbell pretended to reach out to hug the little guy.
