"Dad, how about I give you a stylish haircut? I'm really talented in this area, trust me!" After dinner, Luo Ye went back to her bedroom to get her toolkit and headed to Luo Zhenggang, brandishing her hairdressing tools.
When leaving Wenxin Garden, she had drawn some fashionable hairstyle illustrations for Mao and the others. Even if she didn't mention it, Mom would soon find out about her skills, so she might as well claim her passion for design upfront—it seemed a shame to keep hiding it.
Luo Zhenggang waved his hand: "No need, your dad still needs to meet people!"
"You think my hairstyle isn't presentable? I did this myself!" Luo Ye spun around and pouted. "Bro, let's start with you. Didn't we agree to change our image together last time? I've always remembered that!"
