As Han Ling walked into the neighboring room, he saw three or four people gathered inside and frowned slightly as he approached, "What are you doing? Don't you know it's forbidden to make noise in the store..."
Before he finished speaking, he paused slightly, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes. Everyone's gaze was focused on a woman in the room, and this woman was An Tong, who came with Li Jing.
An Tong had just finished her hair at this moment, styled into meticulously designed voluminous waves, with curls that were lush and elastic. The waves cascaded from the top of her head down to lightly touch her gracefully shaped shoulders.
Her already exquisite face looked even more radiant with the new hairstyle. Several loose strands casually fell on her forehead and cheeks, accentuating her swan-like slender neck. The color of her hair seemed kissed by sunlight, a warm brown with hints of soft gold at the tips.
The noise earlier was the staff here loudly praising her.
