Premature Baldness

Xia Zhihuai sat on the cushion, lost in thought for two seconds. He raised his left eyebrow slightly and looked at Wanwan, asking, “What do you think, how would you describe your brother’s image?”

The photographer, holding the camera, almost couldn’t control his facial expression.

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the photographer’s uncontrollable expression and found him peculiar. He then focused his gaze on Wanwan and said, “Rest assured, no matter what you say this time, I won’t hang your milk bottle on a tree again.”

Wanwan immediately picked up the milk bottle from the ground and held it in her arms, looking at him in shock.

Was this a threat?

Indeed, it was a blatant threat!

A naked threat!!!

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan, who appeared cautious, and raised his hand to pat her round forehead. Dissatisfied, he asked, “What’s with that expression? Haven’t I been good to you?”