Jeremiah May's body stiffened, a hint of unnatural expression flashed across his face, then he abruptly turned around, almost fleeing the room.
Kyle Kinston couldn't help but laugh, Mabel Quinn came over, looked at the neatly combed hair of the doll, and also laughed, "It seems that Jeremiah, this child, is much better at combing hair than you used to be."
She still remembered the awful hairstyle he gave their daughter initially, it could be described as unbearable to watch.
"Who made me inexperienced back then? There has to be a process of learning by doing." Kyle Kinston said, "But now you can rest assured, at least Jeremiah isn't indifferent to our daughter."
Sometimes, that kind of emotion may have long been seeping in, only the person involved doesn't know it yet.
Mabel Quinn said, "I hope when the kids grow up, they can really go on smoothly." Then her heart would be at ease.
"They will." Kyle Kinston said, bowing his head to give a kiss.
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