The God of the East

Wanwan was not a child who cared about trivial matters. If she lost the talisman, she could simply draw a new one.

She stood by the bed and reached up to touch her head, smiling with her eyes narrowed, “Brother, are you going to tie my hair for me?”

When she was playing with building blocks on the living room carpet before, she noticed that the beautiful baby girls on TV all had their hair tied up.

She had always envied those girls with braided hair, but her own hair was a bit short, and her brother didn’t seem to know how to do it either, so she didn’t bother him.

But today, her brother gave her hope again.

Xia Zhihuai saw the excitement in her eyes and had a faint sense of unease in his heart.

Wanwan took out her tablet from her small backpack, skillfully unlocked it, and started browsing through her picture library.

“I asked Uncle Huang to teach me how to take screenshots. I have a few hairstyles that I really like. Brother, you can be my hairstylist Tony.”