Early in the morning, there was still a trace of chill in the air and the sun had not yet risen when Chen Ming opened the shop door. For a barbershop that usually started work at nine o'clock, being open this early was simply unimaginable.
Chen Ming, while writing something on the white paper, kept talking to the air beside him. His complexion was inexplicably pale, lacking his usual healthy glow. At this moment, a cold breeze blew by, and he even coughed softly twice.
"Cough cough!"
He pulled his collar closer and zipped his down jacket all the way up before picking up the pen again, continuing to talk non-stop.
"It's okay, Ah Min, I'm wearing enough now, right? Look, two layers of sweaters, and this down jacket is also new this year, pretty warm."
