Jing Jihan didn't comment, turned Shi Su around by the shoulders, lifted her hair, and started blow-drying it for her.
Meanwhile, the man whispered in her ear from behind, "I'm the ancestor, but you're my ancestor. So in terms of seniority, doesn't that make you, as the great-grandmother, even more untouchable?"
Shi Su twitched her mouth, wanting to speak, but the man held her shoulders still, preventing her from moving, and continued drying her hair.
The sound of the hairdryer alternated between loud and quiet. Besides that, Shi Su occasionally looked back to smile and glare at him, only to have the man turn her shoulders again so she'd stay facing away, obediently waiting for her hair to dry.
