Zhao Xiaoxiao's words finally made Jiang Siming realize the root of the problem. It had to be his hair.
Jiang Siming had no time to watch the TV drama anymore. He hurriedly opened his phone's front camera and looked at his hair.
Damn!
A large section in the middle had been gouged out.
Then he looked at the clump of hair on the floor, and Jiang Siming instantly understood.
"Reba!" Jiang Siming stared at Reba with a fierce look in his eyes.
Reba quickly admitted her mistake. "I didn't do it on purpose. I wanted to cut it a little shorter for you, but I didn't expect my hand to slip and... cut off too much."
"Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?" Jiang Siming said with a cold expression.
Reba thought Jiang Siming was genuinely angry and didn't even have time to feel embarrassed. "However you want me to compensate you, that's how I'll compensate you."
"You said it yourself." Jiang Siming smiled in satisfaction.
Reba froze. "You're not angry?"
"I wasn't angry in the first place." Jiang Siming said with a smile.
"Then your hair—"
"Oh, it's not like I shaved you bald. It's just a little shorter. We can give you a crew cut and it'll be fine." Jiang Siming didn't care.
When someone was handsome, did they even need to care about their hairstyle?
Even if he had been shaved bald, at worst he could shave it all off and become a monk for a while. It wasn't a big deal.
"Keep cutting." Jiang Siming beckoned to Reba.
But Reba refused to cut another strand no matter what. She hurried inside to ask Jiang Lan for help. Jiang Lan had just finished showering, and when she came out and saw him, she couldn't help