Qi Hao couldn't help but blush, "I know this razor, it's the Hermes of the razor world! Wanwan, thank you!"
"You're welcome, I swiped it from Wanjiale, it didn't cost a dime." Ji Wanwan picked up a slice of meat, "When you have time, you could try shaving your head into a crew cut. You're tall and good-looking; a crew cut might make you look even better."
Qi Hao felt like he was about to erupt in smoke.
Off to the side, Ji Xing looked at his sister full of banter.
Only his sister could manage such feats, left hand Xu Siming, right hand Qi Hao—she was wilder than he'd ever be.
Feeling her brother's gaze, Ji Wanwan looked over and couldn't help but shiver with disgust.
She frowned disdainfully, "What's on your mind? Why such a disgusting expression?"
Ji Xing: "..."
Getting suddenly called out by his sister, Ji Xing was not pleased, "Yo, Brother Haozi gets a razor, how come I don't have one?"
Ji Wanwan: "..."
