Wang Guofu's gaze was so obvious that it was hard for Chen Youli to ignore. He looked over at Wang Guofu. "Vice Factory Director Wang, is something wrong?"
As he asked, Chen Youli subconsciously touched his hair.
'It couldn't be because I'm losing too much hair, could it? Did the vice factory director notice?'
'Please, no—'
Wang Guofu looked at Chen Youli, then said with a wide smile, "Ah, it's nothing, Little Chen. You just need to be careful," he added earnestly.
'He's still so young. If he goes bald prematurely, he'll never get a wife!'
"I... I know."
With that, Chen Youli bolted as if fleeing for his life.
'Even his own vice factory director noticed his thinning hair! SOB SOB SOB... He has a date to meet a prospective partner tomorrow, what is he going to do now?!'
When he got home, everyone looked at him curiously.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Yeah, why are you clutching your head?"
