Gu Qingxin flipped through the hairstyle magazine and found a long curly hairstyle. She turned to Ye Yingsu, "Shushu, do you think this looks good?"
Looking at Gu Qingxin's hair that had just been fried to a mere stub, Ye Yingsu silently looked away, refusing to comment.
"I am not asking for me to do this hairstyle, but for you. Your hair is just the right length!"
"No!" Ye Yingsu firmly rejected. She didn't know what was going on with this young girl today, buying her clothes and now wanting her to style her hair.
Her hand was clasped by a small, soft hand. Lowering her head, she saw her son's hopeful eyes. Those large talking eyes told her, "Mom, do it, please do it. I want to see how you would look with this hairstyle."
"Xiao Yi, I don't know how to style my hair!" Ye Yingsu cradled her son's chubby face.
"Ma'am, this hairstyle doesn't need styling. As long as you can wash your hair, that's enough!"
A hairstylist passed by.
"..."
