Even after drying Xiao Meng's hair, Zhuang Long had never scalded her.
"Done." Zhuang Long bent down to pull the plug.
Xiao Meng touched her dry hair and smiled. She said, "Xiao Bao is still so sensible. Awesome."
Zhuang Long was stunned.
He stood still with the hairdryer in his hand.
Xiao Meng turned around in confusion and looked up at him. Seeing that he seemed to be deep in thought, she asked softly, "Xiao Bao, what's wrong?"
Zhuang Long asked, "Did you always call me Xiaobao?"
This time, it was Xiao Meng's turn to be surprised.
"Yes, have you forgotten?" Xiao Meng could not smile anymore, and her face was filled with sadness. "You don't remember…"
This was not what surprised Xiao Meng the most. There was something else that surprised her even more. Zhuang Long said, "I don't remember." He saw Xiao Meng's eyes widen and felt sorry for her, but he still told Xiao Meng the truth honestly. "I don't remember many things. About you, Dad, and our family."
