"There was a bit of traffic on the road." Yan Ye said casually, looking at the two children, "Miaomiao, who styled your hair?"
"Mom styled it! Dad, you should ask mom to style yours too!" Miaomiao felt extra beautiful now.
Yan Ye glanced back at Lian Xinying with a smile: "If you can't make it in fashion design, you could open a hair salon."
Yan Ye knew the children's hair was cut by Lian Xinying; he didn't comment on her skills because the kids are quite young and don't need top-notch skills. Even if it's cut poorly, not many people will really notice.
"You finally acknowledge my skills?!" Lian Xinying was overjoyed.
Knowing that Yan Ye hadn't opposed but hadn't supported Lian Xinying's insistence on cutting the kids' hair herself,
simply because the children are also hers, Yan Ye had no say in it.
"Yingying, don't even think about touching my hair." Yan Ye saw through Lian Xinying's thoughts before she could speak.
