The third young master had always treated his hair as his treasure. How could he go and get a haircut when he would go and dye his hair every few days?
Back when Mr. Ji was still around, he did not like third young master's hair. In order to get him to cut his hair, he cut the third young master's living expenses for a month. However, the third young master insisted on it and refused to give in. Even if he did not have money, he would not cut his hair.
"It seems like I have to find a time to go to the hospital to have my ears checked," the butler muttered. He actually heard that the third young master was going to have his hair cut. This was too scary. What if he heard something wrong and offended the masters the next time?
Ji Zhou glanced at the butler with an unknown gaze and sat back down on the sofa. His large hands with distinct joints covered his eyes and also blocked his obscure expression.
