"How's it going, handsome? Here's your layered fringe," Tony the barber said, holding scissors with a big smile, as if he was saying, "Man, my skills are awesomely good."
Su Qing looked at his bowl-cut in the mirror, clenched his fists tightly, veins popping on his biceps, staring hard at the barber, seriously wanting to punch him and show him what a fist like a sandbag feels like.
Hell no, he asked for layered fringe, yet you gave him a bowl-cut, who are you trying to fool?
"Are you sure this is the final product?" Su Qing said slowly, enunciating each word.
The Su Family has great genes, so naturally, he couldn't look bad, even a bit handsome, but now looking at himself in the mirror, he felt like a mix between a traitor and a weird cartoon character, so much so he wanted to call Li Zijun to report this, as it was simply a mental assault.
