"And I'll need to coordinate clothes every morning?" He had a lot to whine about, it seemed. They hadn't even started laying out all the conditions.
"God, I'll be the Fifties housewife and choose your clothes, okay?"
"And where do I get these clothes?" he asked.
"I'll accompany you to my tailor and help you select materials and styles. While we are talking about your appearance… let's discuss your hair."
"My hair?" Mo Qingchen asked, unconsciously reaching up to touch the mess on his head.
"Yes, you have gorgeous hair. Give me the contact information and reference to the place where you get your customized haircare products from." She was so serious that Mo Qingchen thought she was joking for a second.
And then he burst out into laughter. "Throwing away your own brand for better hair? I like that. I'll book an appointment for you. They send over products according to the results of the tests."
