Feng Huaijin felt that he hadn't lost much hair, and baldness would never be an issue for him.
But there's a chance Su Li would notice, which might affect his perfect image in her mind...
Su Li's gaze at Feng Huaijin became increasingly peculiar. Was he entering into elderly health maintenance prematurely after his last kidney issue?
Suddenly, Su Li leaned on the office desk, smiling sweetly as she moved closer to him, her eyes full of charm: "Just thinking, Seventh Master Feng..."
Feng Huaijin pinched his pen, his body slightly stiff. He didn't want to hear the words "you're balding" from her lips.
Su Li drew out her tone, exclaiming, "Seems even more handsome!"
In an instant, a blush crept over his face, and Feng Huaijin coughed lightly a couple of times.
Su Li blinked, curiously asked, "How did you do it, Seventh Master? Teach me?"
Feng Huaijin immediately felt that Su Li was much more eloquent than that dog Xiao Heng.
