***
After she finished speaking, she was about to bend down to pick up the wooden comb that had been thrown into the trash can.
Qiao Chutian stretched out his foot and kicked the trash can away, his face darkening as he said to her, "Mai Xiaomai, your husband is a man worth over fifty billion, you using a comb that costs three hundred thousand is completely within the realm of normal! You must use this comb I've given you to brush your hair! Otherwise, I'll turn you into a baldie!"
"Turn into a baldie?"
Mai Xiaomai feigned a terrified look, placing her hands over her hair, "I don't want to become 'Baldie Strong'!"
"Then use this comb to brush your hair, and don't use any other comb!"
"Alright then! I'm just a weak woman, unable to fight against power, I can only obediently submit to your tyranny, such is my bitter fate!"
She wailed helplessly, then picked up the comb and brushed through her hair carelessly a few times.
