"I'll do it myself," Xiao Jinghan said with a slightly heavy gaze, looking at the little girl on the ground seriously grabbing his shoes.
Such a sensible child really tugs at one's heartstrings, just like her mother, irresistibly evoking a protective instinct.
Hearing Xiao Jinghan say he would do it himself, the little girl quickly stood up and turned around, dashing into the bathroom.
After changing into slippers, Xiao Jinghan did not rush to find the little girl; first, he carried Ye Weiwei to find a bed.
The apartment Ye Weiwei rented was a one-bedroom, which meant the living room was the bedroom, and the bedroom was also the living room.
The 1.5-meter wide bed looked quite worn, but the bedding was warm, obviously specially washed by them.
Xiao Jinghan carefully placed Ye Weiwei on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.