Feng Huaijin was startled, imdiately got up, ignoring Tuanzi’s cries of "my mirror" from behind, and went to the center of the grass where a pool of water lay.
The water was clear to the bottom, like an enormous mirror that could reflect people perfectly.
Feng Huaijin glanced at the water, and his whole being felt off.
He... was bald?
Not only bald but his shiny head could nearly serve as a mirror itself. No wonder that child was playfully styling his hair over Feng Huaijin’s head earlier.
Feng Huaijin was deeply disconcerted; what on earth was going on here? As he anxiously pondered where his hair had gone, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the gently rippling water’s surface.
Wearing a knit dress for early spring, Su Li walked over with Tuanzi in hand. Before Feng Huaijin could speak, Su Li grabbed his wrist and gently said, "Let’s go."
Feng Huaijin instinctively followed Su Li, his gaze discreetly assessing her.
"We’ve arrived, you go on," Su Li suddenly said.
Arrived? Arrived where?
Feng Huajin was taken aback and then looked up to find himself... at the entrance of a monastery!
Feng Huaijin’s expression changed dramatically; what was happening?
The next mont, Su Li and the little devil raised their hands together, pushing him from the back, directly into the temple, and despite knocking, the door wouldn’t open.
Turning around, all he could see were bald individuals like himself, smiling at him.
Feng Huaijin frantically muttered about Su Li, then abruptly opened his eyes and woke up.
Feng Huaijin reflexively touched the top of his head, feeling the soft, dense black hair beneath his hand.
Feng Huaijin: "..."
What a peculiar dream, this was!!
Was it true that day thoughts led to night dreams? Always thinking about staying healthy and preventing baldness and hair loss resulted in dreaming of this?
Feng Huaijin wiped off the sweat from his forehead, sowhat speechless.
If he talked about this dream, the dignity of the Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family would be utterly lost, too embarrassing.
Feng Huaijin sat on the bed and picked up his phone, booking an appointnt at a Chinese dicine clinic.
*
"Sis... can you attend the parent-teacher eting for ? My second exam results are out, and the parent-teacher eting is at 3 PM today." Chu Canyang said nervously over the phone, whispering.
He had perford poorly, fearing to ask Chu Hongyuan or Zhou Rong to go to the eting; just thinking about telling Chu Lianxin was even more daunting, letting her know would an the whole family knows, and his dignity would be gone.
Su Li’s cheeks twitched, hearing Chu Canyang almost kneel and beg her to attend, otherwise, the horoom teacher would certainly punish him, Su Li reluctantly agreed.
In the past few days, Shen Shuang suddenly lost forty million, Xu Fuhai’s uncle’s company’s crisis was considered resolved, and today they directly asked Ji Xuewei to help look at the foundation in Jiangzhou Prefecture’s South Mansion.
Shen Shuang likely still holds 16 million in his hand, Su Li smiled slightly, not in a rush.
Su Li drove skillfully towards Longhua High School, soon spotting a familiar car not far ahead.
Xiao Heng’s?
He’s out buying milk tea again?
Su Li was thinking about it as she looked at the slender fingers sweeping by, instantly recognizing them.
Wasn’t it Feng Huaijin’s hand?
Where was he driving Xiao Heng’s car?
Su Li couldn’t help but follow, seeing him park at a Chinese dicine clinic not far from Longhua High School.
Su Li suddenly rembered that this clinic specializes in treating hair loss...
Seniors stressed about academics, staying up late and getting up early, get hair loss easily; this Chinese dicine clinic was making a fortune. One-third of Longhua High School students had been here for treatnt.
What was Feng Huaijin... doing here?
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