"Can't even tell the real from the fake; your career as a stylist is over," Jun Moyan said coldly.
If Xiaoguai's eyes had been damaged, no amount of his own eyes would be enough to compensate.
"It was my mistake," the stylist said, sweat beading on his forehead.
Such a low-level error indeed shouldn't have occurred.
But this little girl's words were also quite frightening...
After doing Wen Xiao'ai's hair, Jun Moyan took her and headed to the Jun Family.
"Jun Moyan, how come you can do hair too?" Wen Xiao'ai sat in the car, touching her hair from time to time, her heart couldn't be happier.
"I learned."
"When did you learn? How come I didn't know?"
"The phone, watching videos."
Wen Xiao'ai indicated she didn't understand, but it didn't matter.
"Did you learn it especially for me?"
"Mhm."
"Jun Moyan, you're so nice, I like you the most."
Jun Moyan looked at her, "Do you really like me the most?"
"Mhm..." Wen Xiao'ai thought about it, then nodded firmly, "Mhm."
