"Sister Ye, I finally get to see you, I asked the others in the group for your picture, but they wouldn't give it to me," the voice of Qingling, an extremely youthful-looking boy, rang out. "Hmph, if they won't show me, can't I just come and see you myself?"
Fang Qingli's mouth gaped open: "Wow, red and green hair!"
It almost blinded her.
"This color is a new dye job I got recently," the boy lifted his head proudly. "The hairdresser said it's the latest trend in Shenzhou, so after Sister Ye contacted me yesterday, I immediately went to get my hair done, guaranteed to make a good impression on Sister Ye!"
Fang Qingli thought to herself that whether it had left a good impression was still up in the air, but this spirited young fellow must have been duped by that hairdresser.
"Sister Ye, Sister Ye, my hair—" the boy's voice came to an abrupt halt as his gaze finally settled squarely on someone.
