"Ah! Yaya! Ke ke ke…"
The little guy in Feng Jiu's arms was waving his arms. His bright eyes stared at Elder Mei's bald head and he reached over to try to touch his head.
When Feng Jiu saw this, she motioned: "Come here, come closer."
Upon seeing this, Elder Mei leaned forward and looked at Little Hao'er with a smile: "Little baby, can I carry you?"
"Yaya, ke ke ke…" Little Hao'er smiled happily and hugged Elder Mei's bald head with both his little hands.
When he saw that he liked his bald head so much, Elder Mei couldn't help but narrowed his eyes with a smile. Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing wrong with being bald.
When Feng Jiu handed Little Hao'er over, Elder Mei was a little taken aback and also a little excited: "Can I carry him? Can I really carry him?"
"Go on! Don't you want to carry him?" Feng Jiu said, and motioned for him to carry him.
