Soon, Qin Jiao heard the news. The restaurant they had their eye on before—the one they had bought the tables and chairs from—had been taken over and turned into a hair salon.
It was just the name…
But Qin Jiao didn't think much of it. During her lunch break, she left through the West Gate on her way to the noodle shop and passed by that Lianfeng Hair Salon.
The salon's decor was different from any ordinary barbershop. It didn't have a simple, spinning barber pole. Instead, it boasted massive floor-to-ceiling windows, and sentimental, romantic music drifted out from inside.
Through the glass, she could see the busy stylists inside, all wearing matching uniforms, which immediately reminded Qin Jiao of the "Tony" stylists from some twenty years in the future.
This modern style…
Sure enough, Qin Jiao saw Lin Nian, who was wearing a white blouse, a skirt that ended above her knees, and a brown apron.
