With her phoenix eyes slightly squinting, Gu Changsheng pondered while looking at the little bundle of flesh in her arms, her mouth slightly twitching!
Eyesore!
This little baldy!
It's truly an eyesore no matter how you look at it!
Extremely annoying!
"Mom... hehe... mom..." The little bundle of flesh felt uneasy under his mom's gaze, could only softly call out twice, nestling against Gu Changsheng, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Get down!" Gu Changsheng saw the guilty look on her son's face and immediately hardened her expression.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, the little bundle of flesh slipped off Gu Changsheng like a loach, quickly standing between Little Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue, straightening up stiffly!
"Explain, what's with this? Is it your doing?"
Pointing at her son's bald little forehead, Gu Changsheng repressed her anger and asked coldly.
"N-no... it's not!"
