"Who hit you?"
Jiang Chi said in disbelief.
Chaochao, who was stretching, suddenly stopped and looked around warily with her gossipy panda eyes.
Who! Who! Who hit someone! Should she call the police?
One minute later, in the living room on the first floor.
Jiang Chi half-squatted down, his fingertip probing under Chaochao's dark brown eyes, his slightly narrowed gaze gradually transitioning from suspicion to a numb astonishment.
My uncle actually took his advice!
He was just joking...
With her head tilted back, Chaochao used her small, white hand to gather a strand of silver hair into her palm. Her panda eyes widened in disbelief as she murmured, "Brother, why is your hair white?"
She even turned white faster than Grandpa!
"It's dyed, but it will be dyed back in a couple of days."
Jiang Chi explained casually, but seeing the little dumpling's novel and delighted expression, he stopped his movement from standing up and remained in a half-squatting position, letting her touch him.
What happened to your eyes?
Although he had a suspicion, Jiang Chi still wanted to confirm it.
As the day went by, Chaochao's attitude towards her dark circles went from grief to reluctant acceptance, and now to complete indifference.
Therefore, when faced with Jiang Chi's question, the little dumpling was able to explain naturally and skillfully that it was caused by staying up late.
Jiang Chi: "..."
There is a kind of beauty in the settling of things.
Chaochao's little hands were still stroking Jiang Chi's silver hair, her eyes sparkling: "Can I dye my hair pink or green too?"
"...You're too young to dye your hair right now. You can wait until you're as old as me."
Jiang Chi drooped his eyelids and casually glanced at the restless little dumpling.
If it were really dyed green, wouldn't it just become a mediocre dog?
“However,” Jiang Chi looked at the little boy’s two limited-edition dark circles and suddenly laughed, “you can try something else.”
Upon hearing this, Chaochao curiously raised her head.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
