Qie Xieling sighed heavily blowing away the strands of hair falling from his hair being cut. A hand suddenly appeared in front of him handing him a flask.
He looked up and found his dad looking at him. "For your skin. You should look refreshed and dewy tomorrow," said Wen Qinxi and Qie Xieling smiled slightly while taking it.
"Thanks, Dad," he replied but he didn't understand what was all the fuss for. His nana had forced all of them to get spa treatments yesterday all in the name of looking pretty for the wedding. His nana scolded him that morning for drinking like a fish and affecting his skin thus he was persuaded to have a ten-step facial.
Though he hated it he had to admit that his skin felt soft and more radiant. Not only was his face cleansed and detoxified, but he also got waxed. He wanted to refuse saying a man should have some hair but his nana masterfully used her skill card of emotional blackmail.