Shen Weixi saw Xiange's reaction, and immediately felt a burst of amusement: Hey! There's hope!
Let's be honest, is there any handsome man in the world who can accept the curse of baldness?
Shen Weixi raised her eyebrows triumphantly, laughing in a rather smug way, "Have you ever counted how many hairs you have? Losing eight hundred strands a day, when do you think you'll go bald?"
Xiange: "..."
After a moment, he forced a smile, his voice somewhat stiff, "Miss Shen... you really know how to joke."
"Joke? I'm not joking! Recently, by a stroke of luck, I met a worldly guru and he taught me a spell. Just take a piece of talisman paper, draw a circle, write your name on it, and chant 'hair be gone' three times every day. It works like magic."
"So, you'd better just tell me the truth! Save yourself from becoming a bald handsome young man!"
Shen Weixi spoke animatedly and triumphantly, those words came easily without even blinking an eye.
