Feng Fuce nodded lightly.
He said in a deep voice, "Xu Risheng handed it to me alone, and he also said not to let his manager know. Although he doesn't understand what's the purpose of the hair, he seems to take me as his hardcore fan, thinking it's for collecting."
Therefore, remembering Feng Fuce's gesture of helping him carry water, Xu Risheng not only gave him hair but also signed for Feng Fuce.
Zhi'er choked up, blinking her moist eyes at Feng Fuce's slightly helpless handsome face.
She couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter.
Zhi'er put away the hair and said with a smile, "Thanks to you!"
Feng Fuce saw her hair was messy, so he couldn't help but reach out to help her tidy it up.
"What were you doing just now?"
"Washing vegetables, going to cook lunch."
Feng Fuce immediately frowned, "You wash vegetables?"
He raised his eyes to look around, "Where's that little brat Xingxing?"
