Chu Xianling saw it too, walked over, examined it carefully, and came to a conclusion: "This hair isn't from around here!"
"Wow, you are seriously terrifying." Song Xiaodong stared at Chu Xianling, mouth hanging open as he shook his head.
"None of the women in our family have this hairstyle." Chu Xianling pushed Song Xiaodong down onto the sofa as she spoke.
"You can tell a hairstyle from just one strand of hair?" Song Xiaodong asked in surprise.
"Hmph, I can tell from just a bit of follicle!" Chu Xianling said smugly.
"Why don't you go work in criminal investigation?" Song Xiaodong asked, shaking his head.
"Talk. Tell the truth! Where'd you go pick up some wild woman this time?" Chu Xianling interrogated Song Xiaodong.
"Wow, if Director Qiao heard that, wouldn't she lock you up?" Song Xiaodong said to Chu Xianling.
"Hmph, lousy man, even your elbow's starting to bend outward now!" Chu Xianling said to everyone.
