Chuzheng was quite satisfied with this hairstyle.
Very boss-like!
Time to get some attire!
Chuzheng happily paid the bill.
The hairstylist seemed a bit bewildered; this little beauty... has guts.
As soon as Chuzheng stepped out of the shop, someone called out to her.
It wasn't anyone else, but Shang Jing.
Shang Jing jogged over: "Xiao Chuzheng, where did you go?"
The tone wasn't very polite, like it was questioning, and her gaze unabashedly swept over her as if inspecting merchandise.
Chuzheng responded coldly: "Why should I tell you."
Shang Jing might have realized her tone wasn't good, so she toned it down: "I saw you were covered in ghostly aura, worried something dirty was around you, afraid you'd get into trouble, so I spoke to you."
Meaning, if it wasn't for this, I'd never bother talking to you.
Ever since Shang Jing changed, she's been looking down on people like this.
Chuzheng's gaze fell behind her.
