The man immediately extinguished his cigarette, walked over to pull away her flailing hands, and bent down to untangle her hair, frowning and scolding softly, "Qin Manman, when will you ever get rid of your clumsiness?"
"I didn't do it on purpose..." Manman pouted, somewhat aggrieved, "This thing is too heavy... I've been wearing it all day."
His handsome face remained cold, "You don't have to wear it, it's not that good-looking anyway."
Manman was taken aback, suddenly raising her head, "You think it's not good-looking?"
"Don't move!" Muo Huangnian pursed his lips in displeasure, "Do you want to rip out your hair? Don't cry if it hurts."
"I don't care, you have to answer me!" Manman, enduring the pain, refused to relent, lifting her little face to look at him, "Do you think I don't look good wearing the bride's phoenix crown today?"
