Facing Tang Yu's inquiry, the receptionist girl pondered seriously, "There should be five people, I only remember one is preparing to open a restaurant, and another is planning to open a hair salon, the rest I'm not clear about."
"A hair salon? Could that kind of shop have any business?"
"It's very busy," the girl blinked, "before the Sanctuary didn't have a hair salon, it was alright for us girls, but the boys with too long hair either had to cut it themselves or tie it up, but it didn't really look too good. Now that a hair salon has opened, business is so booming that you have to queue up for a long time."
Tang Yu's mouth twitched.
Damn it... as the Great Lord, he hadn't paid attention to these things, and yet others were fussier about their appearance than he was?
Tang Yu scratched his own hair; it was a bit long.
His gaze flickered, and through the grand hall's floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw his own reflection.
Dignified and commanding...
