Ye Zhengrong glared at him. "Stop talking nonsense here! I think you'd be unhappy if a day passed without you trying to instigate a divorce between me and your mother!"
"Spitting out gum while speaking, get rid of it! And those clothes, jangling with all those metal rings—atrocious!"
"And what's with your hair? Dye it back, right now! If you dare to show up at the wedding with green hair, say goodbye to your allowance. Go earn your own money with a part-time job!"
Ye Ziran scoffed, "You old fossil, you don't understand fashion."
He stood up and walked over to Ye Chuyi. "What do you think, is my hair cool or what?"
Not until he stood up did Ye Chuyi realize how tall he had grown, a good one meter eighty-five.
She looked up at him and told the truth, "You're handsome, but the hair is pretty average."
Ye Ziran paused in his gum chewing, uncertain whether to be happy or not.
