What he didn't know was...
Duan Fei rummaged through cabinets and drawers in her room, searching everywhere until, at last, she found a folded Swiss army knife in the bottom drawer of the bedside table.
She hurriedly stuffed the knife into her clothing pocket.
Then, she sat there quietly, waiting.
What came next—
was Cheng Fang and a strange woman with short hair.
"Miss Duan."
Cheng Fang greeted her with a smile and then instructed, "The Third Master said to dye your hair black, get a treatment, and also... cough cough, get a treatment for your face... and body. I'll leave first."
"Okay." The short-haired woman was also stupefied.
She was a celebrity stylist who worked with top domestic stars, and every style she created was the highlight of the red carpet.
And now she was coming over to do such a simple and untechnical task...
Isn't this an underuse of talent?
