Sitting in front was a young man dressed in full-on trendy attire. He wore a vest like a t-shirt, revealing his tattoo-covered arm. The colorful tattoos on his arm combined with his fashionable outfit made him exceptionally eye-catching.
He seemed to have just finished with the previous customer and was getting impatient. Without even looking up, he replaced the props and asked, "What kind of tattoo do you want?"
The shop's sign had been blocked by the line of customers earlier, and it was only now that Chi Enen noticed it was a newly opened tattoo shop.
They seemed to be currently running a promotion—one word or a simple little design for only 99 yuan.
No wonder there were so many people lining up.
But they weren't here for a tattoo.
Chi Enen pulled Li Beijue, ready to leave, "Sorry, we don't—"
The striking man had already sat down, his thin lips pressed together in a husky tone. Even without seeing his face, his voice was exceptionally pleasant to the ear. "A word!"
