In just a moment, Han Jing's hair was kneaded into a bird's nest by Su Yu.
Su Yu tossed the hair tie back to Han Jing, then walked off with a totally calm face like He hadn't done a thing.
Leaving Han Jing standing there dumbfounded.
She slowly walked into the washroom in the cubicle, stood in front of the mirror, and saw a woman in there who looked like a ghost—no, the main point was the hair that looked like a ghost's.
Han Jing…
Isn't this cheap? Isn't this cheap—!!!
Han Jing was about to lose it. What the hell is this!
"Ah—" Han Jing let out an irritable yell, rubbed at her already tangled mess of hair with both hands, then turned, went around the screen, walked to the edge of the bath, jumped in, soaked all her hair through, and only then surfaced from the water.
She lay on the edge of the bath, fuming as she thought, if this grudge isn't avenged, I'm no gentleman.
Hmph, Su Yu, just you wait for Grandma!
