In the living room, Chu Mengyao sat quietly, leaving the mix-up incident behind her. Although she thought she acted foolishly, she automatically forgot about it and didn't tell her sister about such an embarrassing matter.
"Ye Fan, you don't lose hair, do you? I see your hair is quite healthy. How do you take care of it?" Chu Mengyao asked bluntly, while Chu Biyao watched intently from the side, ready for action.
"Aren't I skilled in medicine? How could I have hair loss? It's difficult enough to get sick, let alone have such a minor issue as hair loss happen to me." Ye Fan responded softly and asked, "Why? Is there a problem? Your hair is just fine; if there are other difficulties, just say it, I'll think of a way to solve them. Don't be hesitant."
Only then did Chu Mengyao realize why the mix-up happened; it was all because of Ye Fan. To make Ye Fan lose a strand of hair was impossible. Her painstaking efforts to find some hair in the bathroom drain seemed justified now.
