"Hmm?"
Zhong Junkun glanced at the hair in Jiang Feng's hand, his expression suddenly changed slightly, then disdainfully said, "I have no idea whose hair that is."
"You know!"
Jiang Feng smiled faintly, "Although I'm not particularly skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, I do understand the basics—The first time I saw you, I noticed your forehead was dark and your nasal bridge was dull, which from a pathological perspective, is a sign of being afflicted by a serious illness."
"Secondly, the dark circles under your eyes are shadowy and lined, indicating kidney deficiency. And your complexion is weak, your steps unsteady, it's quite obvious you had a wild night with some woman. This hair must be left by that woman, isn't it?"
"You, you..."
