Tang Jin scrambled up, clutching her thin little blanket.
She had just woken up, and her little face was still flushed with sleep.
Because Little Bun was just too miraculous, within a year, she had completely convinced the once skeptical Tang Family of the legitimacy of Feng Shui Metaphysics, turning them into staunch supporters.
So they had no doubt about Daoist Qing Shan's assertion that Tang Jin had to wait until after she turned seven to grow her hair.
Lately, the situation had progressed to the point where Little Bun, snuggled in her parents' embrace, watched as they would take out clippers and trim her hair, ensuring that Xiao Jin Jin could only let her hair grow after she turned seven.
At the moment, Tang Jin felt her smooth, bald head.
Blinking her large eyes, she made a video call to her senior brother.
Ye Changan picked up quickly.
