"Ferne!" The plastic-faced woman shouted angrily but still wore a smiling expression.
Ferne impatiently waved his hand, "Hurry back; otherwise, the wind would ruin your nose job."
The plastic-faced woman's expression stiffened again and again, "If you don't like me this way, I am willing to change for you."
"Howe? Restore your appearance before the plastic surgery?" Ferne sneered.
"Or what else do you want me to do?"
Ferne raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Let's talk about it later. I'm busy now."
