Chapter 564 - He Wouldnt have Sold the Child, Would He? (1/2)

”Yes.” Chu Lui turned his daughter's face around. A small face that was weeping miserably appeared in front of Qin Luo, making him firmly furrow his brows. ”Why was she crying so miserably?”

”And her hair, it sure looks like a successful cut. There's not a single bit of artistic touch to it. It makes this beautiful child look ugly.”

”Alright, I understand. So it's this child, right? Which unrefined person cut this child's hair like that?” As he spoke, he reached out his hands to carry the child in Chu Lui's arms over. ”Alright, Little Cutie, Uncle will make you the prettiest doll.”

His criticisms made Du Jingtang's face red. It was all his fault; he made Rainy into a small watermelon. He received even more blame from Chu Lui, and this time, his face flushed even redder.

”Be good, don't cry. We'll be out in a moment.” Qin Luo carried Rainy and headed inside. He turned back around, the smile on his lips slightly comforting. ”You can relax. I'll make your daughter really beautiful. I won't let her live with this horrible watermelon on her head. It truly is graceless; who cut this hair? It's so ugly!”

Du Jingtang's head was about to fall to the floor. Although he wasn't the one who cut her hair, what was the difference? He was the one who chose her hairstylist. He never expected it to turn out like this. Originally, he planned to make Rainy look a little cuter, but that person's standards were like that and ended up making the child uglier. Even making her cry her eyes out.

”Ruoxin, don't worry. You understand Qin Luo's standards. He'll definitely be able to achieve whatever he says.” Chu Lui's hand was in mid-air, and he was about to rest them on Xia Ruoxin. However, Xia Ruoxin avoided his hand and sat on a sofa at the side, rejecting everything from him.

Perhaps also rejecting all the changes he was making, whether they were sincere or pretense.

Sometimes what we see isn't everything and certain things—when spoken through the mouth of others—appear more understandable, and remain slightly more memorable to us.

Chu Lui looked at his hand and then slowly placed it down, clenching hard on it. His lips were severely chapped, and actually—right now—he really just wanted to take a good nap because his head was hurting very badly. Yet, he couldn't. He still had to look after his daughter.

That's why he mustered up the strong self-restraint in his body and forced himself to continue enduring all sorts of discomfort. Even though his leg was incessantly aching from pain.

There were a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead; however, his black pupils remained staring at the entrance. Qin Luo was a person with a weird temper. He didn't like people present around him when he was working. That's why they could only wait to see the final results. As for the process, not a single person knew about it. This was also the reason why Qin Luo was so mysterious.

People who wanted him to personally style them—apart from being affluent, they definitely had to be able to strike his fancy. If he didn't like them, it didn't matter how much money they were willing to give… sorry, he would still refuse. If he fancied the person, but they couldn't afford his services. Sorry, he was going to have to refuse again. Those were his principles. The principles of his work and hobby.

Xia Ruoxin lowered her head and opened her palms. There was a layer of perspiration on it. Was she nervous or something?

She lifted her head and looked around the room surrounded by glass. Everything had a glassy texture, and light reflected off of everything, whereas reflected in the mirror was her extremely lost expression…