C192 He Was Earning Some Pocket Money

Zhibing was feeling conflicted and whispered, "If I tell you, will you hit me?"

Jiaojiao chuckled and patted his head, feeling the prickly texture that tickled her fingertips. All four kids had gotten haircuts before school started. The three boys had nearly shaved heads, while Zhihong's hair was just long enough to reach her ears, needing only a trim to look neat.

"If I wanted to hit you