In the morning, Qiao Chuchu got up and was in the bathroom washing up.
While she was rinsing her mouth, Fu Ziqian came in.
Fu Ziqian gave Qiao Chuchu a look full of grievance.
Qiao Chuchu focused on brushing her teeth, not even glancing at him.
"Next time, be gentle when you grab. Keep this up, and even though we in the Fu Family don't have a baldness gene, I'll go bald," Fu Ziqian said seriously to Qiao Chuchu.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu paused her brushing, blushed, and glared at Fu Ziqian, "Is it my fault?"
"Wasn't it you who pulled my hair out?" Fu Ziqian asked lightly in return.
"..." Qiao Chuchu, face flushed, glared at Fu Ziqian, too angry to speak.
"Are you coming tonight?" Fu Ziqian asked Qiao Chuchu.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu frowned and glared at Fu Ziqian.
Talking about such things early in the morning? Is Fu Ziqian that desperate?
"Aren't you afraid of going bald?" Qiao Chuchu asked through gritted teeth.
