Huo Beijiang shook his head and laughed, then chased away the group of nosy kids and returned with light steps. As soon as he walked through the door, he saw Nan Fei brushing her hair. He quickly went over and took the comb from Nan Fei's hand, eagerly saying, "Let me help you, darling."
"Do you know how?"
"Of course I do. When I was little and living in the compound, girls with little braids were most afraid of me."
"Why?"
"Because I liked to tug on their braids." Someone clumsily held the comb, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was holding a giant forty-meter knife! Though his posture was stiff and actions awkward, he was extremely careful, holding the hair as delicately as if it were a fragile treasure.
Emil excitedly came to see Nan Fei early in the morning, intending to tattletale, but as soon as he walked in the door, he saw a scene that almost scared him to death. Clever as always, Emil naturally turned around and strolled off without a moment's pause.
