"Are you dissatisfied with my skills? Your dad even let me cut his hair before." Old Lady Habsden puckered her lips in discontent but didn't forget the more important task than cutting hair, generously letting him go, "Hurry up and do it. Remember to make it look good. If you deliberately make yourself look bad, I'll be angry."
Quan Dongting, over 30 years old and already at an age of no confusion, felt helpless being lectured by his mother as if he were a child, "...I won't."
"Better not, or be careful I'll hit you with a stick." After the old madam childishly threatened him, she pushed him out.
Once he was gone.
She leaned back and tenderly picked up the little girl who had stopped crying on the bed, "Grandma's little heart, why were you crying just now? Grandma didn't cry, next time don't cry. You crying makes grandma heartbroken."
