Even before he transmigrated into this strange world, Bai Chen already knew what it meant when one passed a comb to another, and he knew about it from his mother in his previous life.
["Look at this, Ah Chen. Your father gave me this comb when we just started dating many years ago," a middle-aged woman happily showed him a comb that looked ordinary in his eyes.
He was already twenty years old when his mother suddenly showed him the comb, and he did not find anything out of the ordinary with the comb in his mother's hand. It was just a comb made of plastic, and he could guess that it wasn't expensive.
"What's so special about this comb, mom?" The young man asked his mother lazily, and the mother tried to control herself so as not to hit her son on the head.
