Old Master Ye moved his gaze away from the mirror and said unhappily, "I'm not asking if it fits. I'm asking you if I look amiable? Will young people like me? Isn't this color too serious?"
The old butler looked at his powerful aura and then at his white hair and serious face. He thought about the questions and was a little at a loss for an answer. He whispered tentatively, "If you think the color is too serious, why don't you change it to red? Red is a celebratory color."
"It's not the new year!" Old Master Ye looked at the mirror again. "Forget it. I don't think I'll ask you about aesthetic standards anymore."
The butler: "…"
He couldn't stand watching him gesture in front of the mirror for the entire morning. He reminded him softly, "Old Master Ye, do you want to ask Young Master? Young Master should know what color Miss Qiao likes."
Old Master Ye's eyes lit up. He looked at him in praise and then looked at the living room.
