He reached out to rub his brow heavily, finding himself at a loss for words.
Feeling like tossing her out the door.
He was a neat freak, meticulous about every aspect of living.
At present—
His tolerance for this Little One had far surpassed the limits.
"Brother Jackson?" Mia Ginger realized she might have indeed gone too far, seeing him silent, she cautiously raised her head and asked, "Are you angry?"
"No." Koa Jackson kept a stern face.
"You look like you're angry." Mia Ginger said with a bitter face, her eyes moved slightly, and she said appeasingly, "I was wrong, okay? I'll clean my feet right now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she attempted to jump off the bed.
"Don't move." Koa Jackson pressed a hand on her shoulder.
Seeing her nod, he turned and walked over to the table, pulling out a few wet wipes.
Sitting by the bed, he picked up one of Mia Ginger's feet.
And started to wipe.