Qi Lei tenderly looked at McDull, "Young Master, would you like to wash up?"
McDull gazed bitterly at the small socks in his hands and said dejectedly, "I've already washed up."
In order to take the best care of Little Xiahua, he woke up at the crack of dawn when he heard someone moving in the living room and the sound of a door closing as someone left.
Too excited to sleep, he got up on his own to dress, then ran to the washroom to wash up.
After returning, he fiddled with Little Xiahua's clothes, thinking about how to dress her up to look her best.
He had even carefully matched powder-blue socks with powder-blue leggings.
He was full of expectations, wanting Little Xiahua to know that he could take good care of her.
But just then, Qi Lei arrived.