"Time is limited, let's not dilly-dally. I brought the suit you asked for, now what should I do?"
"Uncle, hurry up and change into these clothes, then later DAWI will do your makeup."
"I need makeup too? Ain't I a bodyguard? Since when do bodyguards need makeup?"
The more Lin Zifeng looked at that effeminate stylist, the more disgusted he felt, almost wanting to punch him outright. If it were someone else, he could've flirted a bit, but this was a damn effeminate man; even if his tastes were heavy, he didn't have the guts for that!
Who could be so shameless as to like effeminate men?
Especially the flamboyancy that emanated from him, practically just like a woman. The mix of his cologne with the scent of female jasmine perfume created an especially repulsive smell.
His hair was like a burnt torch in curls, and he wore oversized glasses without lenses. His hands, his neck, his ears, all adorned with jewelry.
He gave off a strange, mincing vibe.
