"Mhm."
"Also, the Special Service Cup, convenience points... oh, right, convenience points."
Fang Huai said, slapping his forehead:
"I should still make a trip there on Wednesday morning before leaving. I promised to cut hair for a few aunts, and they even have my number. During the Martial Arts Competition the other day, they called and asked about it; I had agreed to give them a trim before National Day. Almost forgot... If I let them down again, they'll throw a fit, and we really can't afford to offend them."
Ye Jiahong laughed, "That group of crafty old women, with every 'okay' from you, you don't know what kind of tumultuous life you're going to face. You're spoiling them, even daring to give them your phone number. In the future, when you become the Corps Captain, they'll come knocking on Shachong Road, using canes to look for you to cut their hair."
Fang Huai rolled his eyes.
"You know why I want to write the Tao Te Ching, right?"
