After Chen Yun left, Zhang Yang curiously surveyed the beauty salon.
This was Zhang Yang's first visit to such a place.
Chen Yun's beauty salon wasn't small; it spanned three floors, and the lobby was spacious and bright.
It also seemed to be doing quite well, as customers were already arriving early in the morning.
Usually, those who came here were regulars, all having membership cards.
Zhang Yang watched for a while and noticed that most of the customers were middle-aged women, all dressed very elegantly.
That made sense, since average housewives couldn't afford the expensive beauty treatments here.
Just as Zhang Yang was wandering around, he suddenly heard Chen Yun calling him.
"Zhang Yang, what brought you here?"
"Oh, just looking around. Aunt Yun, your beauty salon is really nice," praised Zhang Yang.
Chen Yun smiled, "It's alright. After all, this is all of Aunt Yun's hard work. If things ever do go south with Xiao Man's dad, I won't be left destitute."
