Although I knew, Pei Jing's hands are small, with not much strength, he wouldn't be able to help much.
But since he has the interest, he shouldn't be discouraged.
Jiang Ran sat there, feeling Pei Jing's little hands firmly gripping the towel, rubbing it back and forth on her hair.
Although it wasn't very effective, it was still somewhat helpful.
While rubbing her hair, Jiang Ran also asked Pei Jing a few questions.
There's not much you can chat about with a three- or four-year-old child.
The most common questions were whether he was happy at kindergarten, what he ate, and what he learned.
Even though it's always these three questions, Jiang Ran enjoys asking them, and Pei Jing happily answers.
The mother and son asking and answering, time quietly passes.
Jiang Ran switched to two different towels, and only then did her hair get half-dry.
Next, she just needs to let it air dry for a bit.
She turned to look at the clock hanging in the main room; it was just after seven.
