"Mister, are you wearing cosmetic lenses? Why didn't I think of wearing cosmetic lenses like this before? It looks so good! And it has an exotic charm!"
The young lady who was dying a customer's hair turned over and said to Zhou Yuchen. Her eyes were filled with envy and admiration, and her face was flushed.
This young lady had wanted to start a conversation with Zhou Yuchen, who looked so handsome. However, she saw that his face had been tensed up—cold and aloof. The wounds on his face also gave off an unbridled feeling. She was afraid that she'd be rebutted if she were to say something and could only admire him secretly.
When the hairdresser praised Zhou Yuchen, the young lady couldn't hold back and immediately turned to talk to him.
Zhou Yuchen, who was suddenly praised, felt a little at a loss. He almost subconsciously turned to Yun Liuli. Yun Liuli's pitch-black eyes were looking at him, and she nodded. "This looks even better now!"
