Zhou Hongyu, with her hair freshly washed, sat in the hair salon chair, her face as cold as ice, silent.
At that moment, she suddenly had a subtle premonition, an inexplicable feeling that Yan Yu was her nemesis—she couldn't catch a break with him on the battlefield, and in life, he bullied and manipulated her relentlessly, leaving her utterly defeated!
She should never have taken him to her grandmother's house!
Although Yan Yu had no idea what she was thinking, he could probably guess some of it. At the moment, he was chatting nonchalantly with Teacher Tony:
"Why is curly hair more suitable for her?"
"We don't do hairstyling blindly." replied Teacher Tony, "One has to consider the person's face shape, and also their temperament."
"Captain Zhou is actually very pretty, but her temperament is too tough. Curly hair will make her look softer and help balance out that trait."
"Ha-ha, tough." Yan Yu winked at Zhou Hongyu, "Definitely tough."
Zhou Hongyu glared at him coldly.