"It's me," Chen Dashan quickly said, "There's a student from the city who wants a haircut, but the barber shops in the town are all too crowded. The kid's in a hurry, so I had no choice but to bring him here."
Standing beside him, Han Qiwu: "?????"
When did I say I was in a hurry?
Grandpa Chen, oh Grandpa Chen.
I truly didn't realize that you had a talent for dramatic performances.
"A student? The one who knocked just now?" The voice inside the yard seemed to be getting closer.
Hearing this, Chen Dashan hurriedly turned and started winking at Han Qiwu.
"Ah, yes, it's me. Aunt Guo, could you help me with a haircut? My teacher is coming over later to check my study progress. My hair's too long; it doesn't look good. If I get scolded by my teacher, it wouldn't be great." Han Qiwu instinctively replied.
Only after finishing did he realize—he seemed to have learned how to deflect a bit too quickly.
Why did this end up being Mr. Tang's fault?
