"Xiao Xu! Send over the report tomorrow, we urgently need it here."
Inside Xiao Runfa Supermarket, as Xu Hong looked at the message from his boss on his phone, pushing the shopping cart with one hand and holding his phone with the other, he sighed softly and complained, "That idiotic boss, looks like I have to work overtime again tonight, who knows how much hair I'm going to lose."
He tenderly touched his thinning hairline, where not much was left.
Xu Hong was an internet industry programmer, not yet thirty years old, but prematurely balding.
Back in university, he had been a dashing young man, but just a few years of work and relentless overtime had ravaged his good looks.
Especially his once thick, black hair, which was falling out relentlessly day and night, leaving him with a Mediterranean hairstyle.
Looking at his graduation photo from university, it was like looking at a completely different person.
"I also need to buy some shampoo."