Hair Salon Trouble, the Funeral Love Goddess Makes Her Debut, and Chen Xuan Encounters His Former Love

"Welcome..."

The young man at the entrance greeted them warmly and bent over with an easygoing smile, making people feel comfortable. More suckers had come in. It was damn satisfying.

When he saw how beautiful the five women were, he was nearly stunned...

They were far too beautiful...

"All right... Give me a few shamate hairstyles. They have to be the best." Wu Ping Xin called out cheerfully.

"Sure thing... We have three levels of hairstylists here. Which level would you like?" A young man came over. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with an especially dashing trendy haircut.

"How much? I'm not going to be a sucker." Wu Ping Xin was very direct.

"The first level costs five hundred yuan—the ordinary employees. The second level costs one thousand yuan—an experienced master. The third level costs two thousand yuan—a special-grade stylist. We guarantee you'll look perfect. The leader of the Funeral Love Family came from our shop."

The young man waved his hand, and one strange-looking young man after another emerged from inside the shop. They wore colorful jerseys, were as flamboyant as blue sirens, and sported pointed leather shoes.

Wu Ping Xin was very satisfied with their outfits. Most members of the Wu Clan looked more or less like this. They were truly keeping up with the trends.

"Good... Very nice. We won't be doing it. Goodbye..." Wu Ping Xin turned around and left.

"Wait, wait... The price is negotiable. Everything is negotiable. How about ninety-nine yuan per person? That's already a special discount for you..."

A manager from farther away ran over. Five people meant five hundred yuan. Losing an entire day's business would be a huge loss...

"Hmm... Fine. But if you try to charge us more, we won't pay a single cent. I