Xiao Pingan turned his head away and ignored him. His sister might not be angry, but that didn't mean he wasn't—hmph, his sister was the most beautiful.
"Pingan, go sit down!" Xiao Yao, seeing Xiao Pingan still being angry, commanded with sisterly authority.
Since his sister had spoken, he had to sit down. Yet he was still mad at that man and was also very attached to his hair. He had already learned that in this world, men had short hair or even shaved heads, and those who kept long hair were considered oddities. However, in his upbringing, every part of the body was a gift from one's parents, and it could not be damaged, with hair being a part of the body as well.
Xiao Pingan looked at Xiao Yao with reluctance and said, "Sister, can I not cut it? I really don't want to!"
