Jian Ran had always been amiable to everyone, so there was no need to fight over this little bit of time.
Actually, she really didn't mind whether it was earlier or later, and she even considered suggesting another stylist, but Tang Yuanyuan was very insistent.
It was said that Stylist No. 8 was the best fit, as his styles were all minimalist.
Upon hearing this, Jian Ran felt it was suitable, so she decided to wait a bit longer.
Thus, the waiter led them to the VIP room to wait.
About half an hour later, the waiter came to notify them that it was their turn.
Jian Ran stood up with a smile and walked in, just as she brushed past someone coming out, who seemed not to have been watching where they were going, hurrying out.
"How come it's you again? Are we haunted by each other?" Qiao Li lifted her gaze and saw Jian Ran entering, her face immediately turning ugly.
She bristled at the sight of Jian Ran, as if seeing an enemy.
