Not until seven in the evening did the two of them head downstairs, dressed neatly.
She had changed into a light green silk nightgown with ruffled straps and donned a long coat over it, her hair slightly damp. Standing in front of the vanity mirror, she picked up the hairdryer, ready to start blow-drying her hair.
"Quite capable, aren't you? You can dry it with just one hand?"
He reached out and snatched the hairdryer from her left hand.
Her pretty face was still very red, her eyes brimming with moisture, "Don't tell me you know how to do it?"
In fact, there was a hair salon less than a hundred meters away downstairs, but at this time, he still didn't like her going out.
"Blow-drying hair, just a trivial matter. What in this world could possibly stump this young master?"
She obediently sat down, and he held the hairdryer with an air of professionalism. Huh, this man actually knew how to blow-dry hair—which was quite a surprise to Chi Xiaoyu.
