"Young Mistress, why is your face so red?"
The beautician asked curiously.
"It's hot." Lan Xin Ai replied, righteously.
"..."
"Young Mistress, what style would you like for the nail color?"
"Young Mistress, what color of lip gloss would you like to use?"
"Young Mistress..."
Lan Xin Ai felt a headache from all the questions: "Just do whatever you like, stop asking me."
The crowd dared not to say anything more, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
"Mommy, I'll peel some grapes for you to eat." The little guy walked over with a plate of grapes.
"Thank you, Little Yan, Mommy can't eat while having a beauty treatment, go play by yourself."
"Mommy will be bored alone."
Little Yan refused to leave.
Lan Xin Ai felt a softness in her heart, the little one was so filial at such a young age, truly a good child.
"Then, Little Yan, accompany me and watch TV."
"Okay." Little Yan took the remote and found a financial channel.
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
"Son, can we change the channel?"
