"That's my boy! Aren't we so handsome?" Wei Ying says with a grin, as he tied his nephew's hair into two ponytails, along with his own.

"HEY!" And there is Jiang Cheng behind them, saying his name in such a darkened way, his Zidian in his hand, and his face darkened; as if he is close to snapping their heads. And then, he eventually smacked Wei Ying. "WEI WUXIAN, STOP THE CRAP!!"

"OW-! What was that for?!" Wei Wuxian whines, frowning and dramatically ow-ed, while Jin Ling sat on the chair, looking at his own hair style by his uncle with a look of 'I don't like this shit'.