The privileged woman chuckled, seemingly in a good mood. "So you're saying that old customers aren't as valuable as new ones and don't offer you the same allure, right?"
The boss glanced up at Lin Xiangwan in the mirror, picked up a wisp of hair, and continued snipping. "Not exactly, I'd naturally be happy to gain a new customer! But as a regular, I know you won't choose me, right?"
"He-he... You've got a point!" The lady moved to a chair nearby, tugging at her hair nonstop in front of the mirror.
In the mirror, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her face. She evidently despised her current hairstyle. "I must make myself look stunning today and shame Qin Muchuan's wife..."
Lin Xiangwan hadn't been paying much attention to the woman, but the mention of a familiar name instantly drew her focus.
Qin Muchuan?
Cough, cough, she hadn't heard incorrectly, the name the woman mentioned was indeed Qin Muchuan.
The most significant part was that she mentioned Qin Muchuan's wife.
