"Hmm, good! Your hair grows quite fast, doesn't it!"
Yi Lin looked at the other person's ear-length short hair and sincerely praised.
But to Xia Xiaoman's ears, this sounded like provocation.
What does my hair length have to do with you?
You even stepped on my precious hair before, you jerk!
I'll... endure!
Xia Xiaoman spent three seconds assessing the situation and grudgingly held back. Meeting again after half a year, they finally didn't end up fighting.
Besides, Xia Xiaoman was suffering inside. She had known for half a year that Lin Yi "possessed a family-heirloom mystical technique." She had been doing odd jobs for a whole year, and although her arms had bulked up significantly, she had also smoothly entered the Nine layers of Qi absorption, just a step away from the next major realm. Yet, for some reason, looking at that infuriating face, she still felt she couldn't beat him.
So Xia Xiaoman tactfully backed down.
Next, Bi Tiexin began to talk business.
