Chapter 1172

Cliff's eyes fluttered open. He let out a soft hum or two. When he realized that his parents were there, he settled down, rested his cheek against Oliver's shoulder, and turned his gaze to Grace. Grace said, "Come on. Let's get off." Upon stepping into the hair salon, Cliff, seemingly overwhelmed by the brightness, immediately buried his face into Oliver's shoulder. Grace explained to the hairstylist, "I'm having my son's head shaved today since he's having his pictures taken this weekend." "Has your son had his head shaved previously?" Grace shook her head. Being fully aware of Cliff's nature, she said, "It's his first time. You should find an experienced hairstylist since my son can be quite a handful." Then, the hairstylist turned to look at Oliver, who was holding Cliff, and said, "You needn't worry, Mrs. Jefferson. Even if you didn't mention it, we would have assigned the most experienced hairstylist to handle it." Grace smiled faintly and said, "Thank you very much." It