"Yes."
"I'll change it then."
He had an obedient look that seemed to say that he was ok with everything as long as she liked it. Lin Wanwan's heart softened like a pool of water, and she was about to pull him to the stylist room.
The next second, Fu Zhinian tugged on her sleeves. "I don't want others to touch me. Can you change it for me?"
"Ok. However, if you don't look good, you can't blame me or say that it's ugly. If not, I will be very upset."
"I won't. The style you come up with will be the best in the world!"
Lin Wanwan let out strong laughter.
Half an hour later, at the Yun Mansion's stylist room…
Lin Wanwan looked at Fu Zhinian's now-black hair and nodded in satisfaction. She picked up a pair of scissors and prepared to cut it shorter.
Fu Zhinian sat quietly on the swivel chair and let Lin Wanwan torment him.
"Wanwan," he called her all of a sudden.
"Yes?"
