C457 457 Deathlands

The female agent was startled: "Young Master Qi, hair is very important to a little girl..."

"Shaving. I won't say a third time. "

"... "Yes."

The female secret service agent helplessly went down. As expected, in less than five minutes, Qi Yan, who had washed his hands countless times, walked out of the washroom. Hearing the pig-butchering scream in the room