The bathrooms in this old building were not very large. The tiles were filled with water that spilled from the basin. Qin Gengxin walked inside and saw his daughter sitting in the red basin. Mrs. Qin tried to wash her hair gently while holding her small body.
"Mom, let me do it." Qin Gengxin approached.
"Aiya, you don't know how to bathe your child, let me do it." Mrs. Qin looked at Qin Wenqian as she said this. "Honey, don't cry anymore. You cried so much that your grandmother's heart ached."
