C1561 His Breath Wasn't Good

Ann Rann stared at Qin Aotian. "I want to make a phone call."

Qin Aotian just smiled coldly and said, "Impossible."

"I don't want to cut my hair." Ann Rann could only fight for something else. Qin Aotian found it funny. "Three thousand strands of hair. You only keep them for you to worry about. They are so pretty. They won't look bad even if you cut them short."

"If my parents see me like this