Luo Ziling walked down the stairs and when he came to a stop in the living room downstairs, Wang Qing, who always had grievances against him, couldn't help but gaze at him intently.
Luo Ziling usually looked quite handsome, a fact Wang Qing had never denied.
Today, dressed in a sharp suit and with a smile on his face, Luo Ziling looked even more noble and handsome. Wang Qing unconsciously spaced out for a few seconds before frantically turning her head away.
Yet, she couldn't help but sneak another glance at him, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
After washing her face and calming her mind, Ouyang Feifei came down from the stairs a little later.
After thinking for a moment, she asked Luo Ziling to stand still while she arranged his hair for him.
"Your hair is still a bit messy, it will look handsomer if combed properly," Ouyang Feifei said, no longer flustered as before but with a proud look, as if Luo Ziling belonged to her.
