Ruby Mercer saw her two sons lying on massage chairs with face masks on, looking extremely comfortable. She couldn't help but twitch her lips at these embarrassing little rascals.
Before long, the beautician peeled Alexander's face mask off. He narcissistically looked into the mirror and occasionally pressed his fingers on his face.
Through the mirror, Ruby watched this child of hers, wanting to say something, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She consoled herself, reminding herself that he's still a kid, still a kid.
The hairstylist working on her hair couldn't help but chuckle, "Miss Mercer, your children are really adorable, caring about their looks at such a young age."
Ruby Mercer could only force a smile, "Yes, he's been concerned about appearance from a young age."
Nearby, the beautician couldn't help but join in, "So young and already part of the Appearance Society; when he grows up, he'll be charming all the girls."
