Lan Tian's heart sank, and she ran into the hall to look in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had her hair cut only as long as a segment of her finger, but what's worse, the haircut resembled a ladder, with rings of varying lengths, some places long, some short, and some even exposing the scalp, looking even worse than if a dog had chewed it.
Lan Tian stared at Mo Yuanle with a mournful expression, while Mo Yuanle looked at her emotionlessly, continuing to eat his noodles.
Grandma Sun commented from the side, "It's fine, it will look ok after it grows out for a while."
Lan Tian was about to go crazy, this ladder-like haircut was so bad she might as well shave her head bald.
