Tuanzi didn't understand the strange uncle's tricks for a moment. She glanced into the mirror and was shocked when she saw the dark mess inside. It was as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Wow~~ This ugly person isn't Tuanzi, isn't Tuanzi! Tuanzi is so beautiful, wow wow wow~~~"

Forehead?

Ye Yuerui was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected the kid to actually cry.

What's there to cry about? It's just that your face is a little dark.

Most people don't understand the mindset of a vain boy. In Tuanzi's heart, he has always secretly planned to surpass his own father and become more handsome and better looking than his father!

Only then can you steal Mommy away and have her all to yourself.

Suddenly transformed into a dark-skinned African savage, Tuanzi's fragile little heart couldn't accept it.

How can someone who's already this ugly become more handsome?

The little boy felt so sad and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Hey, hey, don't cry! I didn't bully you, okay?" Ye Yuerui paced anxiously, finally turning her gaze to Wen Mu, who had just finished talking to the soldiers and came over after hearing the crying.

“I really didn’t bully that leader. He cried on his own.”

Wen Mu, of course, knew that this young master of the Ye family would never bully a two-year-old toddler. He stepped forward and squatted down in front of the wailing little boy:

"What's wrong, Tuanzi? Tell Uncle Wen, okay? Who bullied you?"

Tuanzi cried so sadly: "Waaah~"

Wen Mu could only ask Ye Yue Rui again, "What exactly is going on?" This person had been with the little guy the whole time. Although he wouldn't have bullied him, he was the prime suspect.

Young Master Ye yelled a few times, and finally said, "Who knows why he's crying? He just looked in the mirror."

Looking in the mirror?

Wen Mu immediately grasped the key point from Ye Yue Rui's words, guessing roughly seventy or eighty percent of the information, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

"Cough... Okay, stop crying. Uncle will wash your face right away, and then it will be gone."

The little boy, who had been crying his heart out, gradually stopped crying when he heard this, and threw himself into Political Commissar Wen's arms, saying angrily, "Wash."

Wen Mu carried the baby towards the pool, while Young Master Ye, who remained behind, finally understood after a long time:

"Holy crap, that kid cried because he was ugly!"

...........

The black ink couldn't be washed off with water at all, so Wenmu had to borrow a bar of soap from the cookhouse. But that only washed away some of the ink; the black marks were still all over his face.

"Even the soap is no use? What should we do then?" Political Commissar Wen murmured.

There's really no other way now.

Meanwhile, a little figure sitting on the pool looked at Wen Mu expectantly and asked, "Uncle, how much longer do we have to wash?"

"Cough, almost there, let's wash it a few more times."

Yes, washing it a few more times should be fine.

Can.....

The little man's face was sore from washing, and only about half of the mark was removed; the rest was beyond repair no matter how much he washed.

Oh no, what do we do now?

Trying to fool people, the little figure is holding a small mirror and looking at himself from time to time.

Political Commissar Wen was practically scratching his head off: "Tuanzi, can we talk about something?"

The little boy sniffed a few times, and because he had been crying, he still mumbled, "What is it?" His words were a little unclear.

"Shall we go find your mother?"

In Political Commissar Wen's mind, didn't all the female comrades like to put on makeup? They must have more ideas than him, a grown man.