Wei Hong was even angrier when he saw Wei Wei's glasses and the wretched mustache he had grown at a young age.
"Bring the scissors!" Wei Hong shouted angrily outside.
Wei Wei immediately realized what his father was going to do. He turned around and was about to run, but he could not stop his father.
When Yuan Yao heard Wei Hong's furious voice, she entered in fear and wanted to persuade him. However, when she saw that Wei Hong was going to cut Wei Wei's beard, she silently walked away.
She had been enduring that wretched beard for a long time. A good young man looked like an old lecher in his forties. She felt uncomfortable just looking at him.
Wei Wei's sorrowful voice of losing his love resounded in the sky above the Wei Family and lingered for a long time, startling the sparrows resting on the nearby trees.
