C251 A Scene of Peace

251A scene of peace

"How is it?" Mao Hongdong touched his hair: "My specially made hairstyle matches my clothes, right?"

Hee Fei was about to vomit: "A grown man, what hair style did you make?"

"This is called respect, do you understand? You can't possibly let me escape with my head covered in filth, right? " Mao Hongdong's face was filled with the expression of a peacock