Before she could react, Ouyang Yi had darted off like a streak of smoke.
As soon as Old Madam Ouyang entered the room, she saw her son running faster than a thief, and, puzzled, she said, "Qiushui, what's wrong with him? Is his brain acting up again?"
In truth, Old Madam Ouyang had always been a very humorous person.
It's just that over the years, too many troubles had weighed her down, leaving her with no mood for jokes.
But now that her heart was at ease,
she also wanted to be happy and carefree, so her manner of speaking naturally became more lighthearted.
Lin Guixiang said, "He claims he's off to remove his tattoos."
Remove his tattoos?
Old Madam Ouyang's face was full of question marks, "Qiushui, you must have heard wrong!"
On ordinary days, Ouyang Yi treated those tattoos like treasures. She had told him countless times that tattoos affect one's image, but he had never once taken it to heart.
How could he now... suddenly want them removed?
That was too unbelievable.