Chapter 441

Mark put down the newspaper and looked at the fluffy little head of Charlotte who was sitting on his lap. Apparently, her hairstyle no longer existed since she had woke up from her slumber. Her hair was as messy as a bird's nest. 'Style her hair?' He squinted while rubbing his temples, his eyebrows twitching a little. Charlotte was pouting. "Uncle doesn't know how to do it?" She was a little disappointed. Mark raised her eyebrows. With his strong arms, he set her on the ground. After a long stare, he picked up a hairbrush. Obviously, it was the first time he did this kind of thing. The process was somewhat frustrating. The strands of hair on the right he had brushed earlier would fall out of place when he proceeded to brush the ones on the right. And when he had finally done brushing the right side, the same thing would happen to the left. He just could not complete the mission. On top of that, he did not control his strength well. He accidentally pulled the roots of Charlotte's