C40 Make What You Want

The waiter was dozing off behind the counter. Rows after rows of gaudy faces were hanging on the wall. They were all in the form of singing and singing, completely different from the tall metal masks she remembered.

Fu Duoduo frowned. This black and red dramatic face was not even comparable to hers.

Shen Xu brought Fu Duoduo inside for a while. The waiter immediately woke up and greeted