"And then?"
He Qing sat in front of the mirror, asking with great interest.
"Then, let me tell you!"
Chen Ming, wearing a large mask, was quite animated as he spoke. His scissors clicked and clacked as he eyed He Qing's full head of dark hair, ready at any moment to show his skills.
He Qing's eyebrows twitched.
She gritted her teeth and finally said, "Don't start yet."
Chen Ming was taken aback.
His health really hadn't been good lately. It had warmed up the day before, and he had dressed a bit lighter, which immediately resulted in catching a cold. So when He Qing brought her friend over, he had immediately put on a mask.
