"Little Cao, don't tell my mother about the affairs at the Ye Clan Mansion, and as for future necessities, please go out and purchase them. I'll handle the rough tasks, and you deal with the fine ones!"
On the dressing table, Little Cao was trimming Ye Mo's disheveled long hair, and Ye Mo couldn't help but instruct her.
Little Cao nodded and promised, "Rest assured, I won't tell them and make them sad. Young Master, you seem much more spirited now."
"Really?"
Ye Mo smiled, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, but suddenly his face changed, and with a slap, he overturned the mirror.
"What's wrong, Young Master?"
Little Cao asked in surprise.
"Help me change my hairstyle!"
Ye Mo used a commanding tone. The image he saw just now was him when he was full of spirit back in the day. Now, three years have passed, and he no longer dared to face the past.
"Young Master, Little Cao thinks this hairstyle suits you best."
Little Cao couldn't help but speak.
