Thinking of Xie Li's brute strength and his arrogant personality, he became even more certain.

He simply sent a text message to Ding Huizhu, explaining the whole story, before starting the engine and driving away.

As for Xie Li? He's been so kind in advising her, and she's still so ungrateful. Well then, he shouldn't blame him for ignoring her!

If she's capable of causing trouble, she should stay and clean up the mess she's made!

——

On the other side.

Inside the luxurious and extravagant super VIP room.

Xie Li's mood calmed down a bit when he saw the young director enter.

Actually, she regretted her impulsive spending. 998 yuan for a haircut was ridiculously expensive and not worth it at all!

She strongly suspected she'd been tricked, and even considered getting up and leaving, but after a few seconds, she sat back down. "Go ahead and cut it."

The hairstylist had thick, jet-black hair that was so smooth and silky that Xie Li couldn't help but envious. He strongly suspected that the hair must feel as smooth as silk.

The hairstylist looked down at her for a moment, a playful smile in his beautiful peach blossom eyes: "You want to touch it, right?"

Xie Li blushed slightly, her secret exposed. "Is it okay?" she asked expectantly.

For some reason, she always felt a sense of warmth and familiarity towards this hairstylist.

She glanced at the other person again. The other person's face was completely covered by a black mask, revealing only a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes and a smooth, full forehead.

What is certain is that she has never met such a person in her seventeen years of life.

So, the sense of familiarity is just because of the hair, right?

The hairstylist looked at her with a smile, then said, "No!"

Xie Li was somewhat disappointed. He withdrew his gaze and looked at the mirror in front of him, his eyes wide with fury: "Wait, what are you trying to do? Stop it!!!"

However, she cried out too late; the other person swiftly and decisively cut off the other half of her hair.

That's good, both sides are now level.

Xie Li's hands were trembling, and for a moment, he almost couldn't control the urge to hit someone.

The hairstylist offered a half-hearted apology: "Sorry, I forgot you wanted to keep this half of your hair."

He glanced at Xie Li and noticed that Xie Li's shoulders were trembling, which startled him. "Hey, don't cry, I can fix it."

Xie Li: ...I don't want to cry, I just want to beat you up.

But hitting someone wouldn't solve the problem, so she chose to trust the hairstylist one more time... after all, he was a professional.

A few minutes later, the hairstylist and Xie Li looked at each other in the mirror.

The hairstylist was a little embarrassed, "Well, I might have had a slightly off day today..."

Xie Li clenched his fists. "I might lose my temper later..."

Sensing the danger, the hairstylist had a sudden inspiration: "You can touch it! My pectoral muscles... no, I mean my hair! You can touch my hair!"

Xie Li loosened his fist, looked at the hairstylist's thick, smooth long hair, then looked at his own buzz cut, and felt a wave of sadness wash over him.

"What are you touching! I'm not touching you anymore!" she said angrily, standing up. "I'm going to file a complaint!"

Shen Tiezhu said that violence cannot solve all problems; sometimes, one can use rules to protect one's rights. For example, criminal law, or service systems.

She simply couldn't believe that such a large, lavishly decorated store wouldn't have a proper service system.

As soon as she mentioned complaining, the hairstylist immediately became calm and collected.

It wasn't until she pushed open the glass door of the VIP room that the other party slowly said, "Go ahead and complain."