Chapter 871 Broken Pieces Scattered Across The Floor

• Fu Yan kept his extraordinary hairstyle and showed it off everywhere he went without embarrassment. He even asked Wanyu, “Honey, can you be my personal hairdresser and give me free cuts for the rest of my life?”
• She was stunned. “What? Hairdresser? That’s such an uncouth word to describe my talent. I am a personal stylist, don’t you know?”
• In truth, he did not feel that “stylist” was the right word, but he was very comfortable with saying “personal.”