C219 Tomorrow He Would Go and Take Wedding Photos

Putting down the newspaper, Shen Shaotine faced the furry little head sitting on his lap and fell asleep. She no longer had a hairstyle to speak of. It was a mess, like a bird's nest.

But, combing her hair?

His eyes narrowed. He gently rubbed his forehead and felt that there was a slight twitch between his brows.

"Uncle, don't you know how to do it?" Puffing her small mouth