The vast majority of women harbor a grudge against Tony, the barber of the hair salon.
But under normal circumstances, they wouldn't cut their own hair.
Trimming your own bangs in front of the mirror doesn't count.
Li Mumu cradled her head in her hands and meticulously examined her handiwork, feeling quite satisfied.
The fresh and neat short hair made her look androgynous.
"How's that?"
She handed her head to Wendy.
Wendy, playing with a pristine white skull, silently spit out a sunflower seed shell and responded with a smile reserved for the mentally challenged.
"That means no objection, huh!"
Li Mumu took out a surgical knife, gently swiped it across her neck, and switched heads.
"Anchoring successful!"
"What kind of crap haircut is this!"
Having opened her eyes again, Li Mumu glanced at the mirror, then recklessly tossed the head in her hands like a bowling ball.
