Getting a manicure.

The journey was noisy, the sound of the girls chatting with Han Zhan and Little Bai mingling with the hum of the engine. When they finally parked in front of a hair salon, Lian and Mei's expressions shifted from contentment to suspicion. They were like dogs that had been promised a trip to the park, only to find themselves at the veterinarian's clinic.

Xiang Yu quickly exited the car and opened the back door, but was met with immediate resistance. "Master, my strength comes from my hair, I can't cut it," Lian protested, clutching her long locks.

Mei added, her voice trembling, "I am afraid of scissors. I have a phobia."

Xiang Yu, "…"

Han Zhan leaned against the car seat, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Han Xin, on the other hand, watched on thinking that Xiang Yu was like a single father. Little Bai, sitting quietly, looked on with sympathy.