Tong Ran picked up the hairpin from the table, the jade exuded a green light. She reached out to stop the person behind her, her fair little face lifted up, "What did you just call me?"
The servant was stunned.
Another person reacted, hurriedly nudged her, and the two of them changed their address, "Hall Master."
Tong Ran nodded. She reached out to open the drawer beside her, inside was a brand new pair of scissors.
The servant immediately became nervous. Tong Ran focused her gaze on the mirror of the dressing table, "Help me cut my hair short."
"What?" The servant thought she had misheard, "Mas... Hall Master, tomorrow is the wedding. A Chinese wedding with short hair won't look good..."
"Is that so?"
Tong Ran's lips curved slightly, she reached out and smoothed her hair, the strands black and glossy, almost reaching her waist.
Mo Nanjue had said that she had good hair quality, he also said he liked seeing her with long hair.
