Jing Qing gave a bashful smile, "It was all because Zhili was able to communicate well with the stylist."
Lu Xinyun, however, wasn't focused on him. She stretched her neck to look behind him and asked Jing Qing in confusion, "Jing Qing, why hasn't Nangong Xuan, who went in after you, come out yet?"
"Nangong Xuan?" Jing Qing thought for a while but couldn't recall such a person, so he asked, "Are you talking about that tall, cool guy?"
"Yes!"
"When I came out, it seemed like he got into an argument with people inside."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xinyun hurriedly ran towards the styling room. When she opened the door, she was both amused and exasperated.
She saw Nangong Xuan pressing a stylist against the wall, looking at him coldly and saying word by word, "I said, dye it back!"
The stylist was almost in tears, "Big brother, the chestnut color suits your hairstyle best, and it matches your skin tone too..."
Before he could finish, Nangong Xuan said again, "I'll say it again..."
