The young man had a thick black hair, with scattered cold strands, not diminishing his wild fierceness.
Without any external help, even in sportswear and not dressed up, he still appeared rebellious and untamed.
The two words "rebellious" seemed as if tailor-made for him.
"Are your fucking ears deaf? Can't you hear me talking to you?"
He clenched his fists in anger, the bones creaking, making people afraid that the next second, he would punch Judy Selas in the face.
Except for his roar, the room was silent, eerily so.
"..."
After washing up, Caroline Edwin and Delia Landon walked to the door of the makeup studio, listening to his angry tirade.
As they walked into the makeup studio, Caroline casually looked around the room and asked, "Yo, what's going on here?"
Her long, delicate eyebrows were filled with thick interest, eagerly watching the chaotic scene.
