"Hurry up, give me your services."
As they arrived at the beauty salon, the group walked in with Mason acting like an old man, hands in his pockets, shouting, "Hurry up, I have a beauty voucher. A group of migrant workers, dare to neglect me? Do you believe I will report you?"
The service staff at the entrance looked unhappy with this attitude, which hurt their self-esteem, but they had no choice. After all, the voucher in his hand was the most prestigious VIP voucher for beauty services.
Sitting on the bed, a group of beautifully dressed ladies walked up and massaged their faces. Two hours later, while Lydia and Daisy were still in a daze, Norman suddenly said, "Lydia, brother has something to ask for your help."
Lydia waved her hand, still immersed in the comfortable massage, "Brother, you're too polite. Just tell me what you need, and if I can help, I will."
