An Guoping looked at An Ning, wanting to cry but having no tears left.
"Sis—"
He drew out the word "Sis," his voice thick with grievance.
"Hey now, don't cry, don't cry! It's my first time, you know? I haven't quite gotten the hang of it. I'll get better with a few more tries."
An Guoping clutched his head in terror and shook it firmly. "No!"
"Don't practice on me!"
Looking for all the world like a wronged young wife, An Guoping sulkily sidled up to Lin Cuihua.
"Mom— just shave it for me— Hey, how come Dad isn't bald?"
It was only then that An Guoping noticed that An Sancheng still had a crop of short hair this year.
But no matter what, he had hair.
Lin Cuihua was like a max-level player in a starter zone. No matter how low-key she acted, she couldn't hide her aura. Without even glancing at An Guoping, she said airily, "He wanted to keep some, so I left some."
An Guoping was even more crushed.
"Mom, what about mine…."
