Seeing that Di Qianmo had stopped, Feng Qing continued, "Do you know? Back then, I had just been brought back to the Feng family. At that time, everyone was ostracizing me. Only Mom was willing to come into contact with me and take care of me. At that time, I didn't know that she was my mother. Mom had always been by my side as my aunt. I still remember that she often told me that it would be great if she had a daughter. She would comb her daughter's hair every day. If it was short hair, she wouldn't be able to style as she pleased."
Di Qianmo's voice was a little uneasy. "Stop talking!"
From the man's voice and his trembling hand that was holding the scissors, Feng Qing could tell that this man was not calm. Clearly, it was because she had mentioned their mother, Feng Yiru. Feng Qing said softly, "Di Qianmo, if you really don't like to see my long hair, I can wear a wig to cover it or simply disguise myself. What do you think?"
