"Is there really no other way?" Si Jing frowned deeply, unable to accept any of the two options the hairstylist had proposed; he was already filled with regret.
He shouldn't have trusted his father at all; he should have run away the moment he arrived at the mall.
"There isn't one for the time being," the hairstylist said helplessly.
In the end, Si Jing chose not to go through with it, fearing that either going bald or straightening his hair would look worse. He got up with a dark expression and decided to leave the hair salon.
However, before he could step out the door, he was called from behind, "Sir, you haven't paid yet."
Si Jing could only turn back with a dark face to settle the bill. When he left the hair salon, he glanced at his phone and saw the expense of one thousand eight hundred, pulling a wry smile.
He spent one thousand eight hundred to sport an unsightly hairstyle.
