The nosebleed stopped, and Ji Hanyu emerged from the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
Just as he stepped out, little Beiting grinned like a sunflower and ran over, grabbing Ji Hanyu's leg, boastfully showing off.
"Papa, look, the big sister knitted these gloves for me. Aren't they the best looking? Aren't they just perfect for me?"
Ji Hanyu snatched the little gloves and tried to put them on, but couldn't. He tried again, but still couldn't wear them.
Ji Hanyu's face instantly turned as black as a pot's bottom, surrounded by high pressure.
Little Beiting: "..."
Bai Haoxue: "..."
Those little gloves, gosling yellow with cute ducklings embroidered, were obviously meant for little Beiting.
Why bother? Why try them?
It's autumn now, the weather is getting colder.
Little Beiting doesn't lack anything, so she thought of knitting some gloves, a hat, or a scarf for the little guy.
