Xia Wanwan turned her head and stared at the man beside her with wide eyes.
When had she ever said she wanted to have a wedding?
However, upon hearing these words, Xia Zhenghong couldn't contain his joy, and he said, "Good, good, good, since you're planning on it, it's best to start preparing early."
After dinner ended, Xia Wanwan went straight to Yang Susu and Xia Zhenghong's room, and she directly took a strand of hair from Yang Susu's comb.
It was easy to take a woman's hair from a comb, but there was none of Xia Zhenghong's.
When she went downstairs, Xi Muchen was chatting with Yang Susu and Xia Zhenghong on the sofa. Xia Wanwan sat down next to him and joined the conversation for a while before saying, "Dad, when did you get white hair?"
Xia Zhenghong was taken aback and chuckled, "I'm getting older, isn't it normal to have white hair? I've been dyeing my hair, otherwise, I would have had it a long time ago."