Bai Chuwei stepped out and saw two cars parked outside the beauty salon, one black and one red. A man with an outstanding presence opened the door, his long legs stepping out from the black car, walking toward her.
Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Feihan with appreciation, nodding from time to time.
"Why do you keep nodding at me?" Duan Feihan couldn't help but ask.
Taking advantage of his unguarded moment, Bai Chuwei immediately reached out and pinched Duan Feihan's cheek, spitting out two words: "Fresh grass!"
This patch of fresh grass was much better-looking and more reliable than the patch belonging to Zhao Yu.
Auntie Zhang Ling, if you're going to go for younger men, you should go for someone like Duan Feihan! Why find a murderer!
Duan Feihan was momentarily startled, his body stiffening. He raised an eyebrow and counter-asked, "If I'm fresh grass, what does that make you?"
Bai Chuwei laughed: "Obviously, I can't be the old cow. I'm the ancestor lord!"