Leng Youchen walked in with a thermos flask and saw Lu Feng awkwardly washing Wei Chenchen's face; one was washing, and the other was howling. Anyone who didn't know better would think a pig was being slaughtered.
"What are you guys doing?"
Lu Feng turned his head, saw the boss coming in, and immediately rushed over. "Boss, I'm so glad you're here. Please wash the little ancestor's face. I really can't handle him anymore."
Lu Feng had looked after Wei Chenchen in London before but never taken care of things like washing his face. He thought taking care of children was fun, but from last night until now, he fully realized what it means for a cute baby to turn into a little demon in a second.
Leng Youchen took the towel and his face instantly darkened. "You're using a foot towel to wash his face?"
Lu Feng looked bewildered. "Is this a foot towel?"
