Xia Ru felt a little upset when she heard Xia Jiang's heartless words. However, she knew that she was still a girl, and her future was still in the hands of her parents. Even if Xia Jiang disliked her now, she couldn't say anything.
"I know, Dad," Xia Ru said in a low voice, before frowning in pain.
Li Jin didn't forget to praise her. "Look at our Xia Ru. She's so sensible. She's so good that people's hearts ache for her, unlike some who pretend to be dying from a minor illness."
Xia Wan knew that Li Jin was referring to her, but she didn't care. She took the initiative and said, "Sister Xia Ru, look at your hair. Aren't they falling out?"
Xia Ru subconsciously grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled it off.
"Argh! My hair, what's going on!"
Xia Ru shrieked. To the girls of this era, hair was very important. If someone's hair was suddenly cut off, they would cry for a long time.
