As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Feng wanted to slap himself. What nonsense am I talking about? Who used a female ghost to describe a beauty?
However, the woman in front of him had an extremely good upbringing and did not care about Mu Feng's offense. She was gentle and elegant. "Sir, you must be joking. Please turn on your phone light. I'll help you remove your hair."
There was only a dim street lamp on the path that Mu Feng had turned into. It was impossible to see where Mu Feng's hair was wrapped.
"Okay," Mu Feng said as he picked up his phone and felt for the flashlight button.
Then, he heard a soft cry from the woman beside him. Mu Feng turned around and was almost blinded by the strong light of the phone.
He pressed the flash.
"I'm sorry." Mu Feng hurriedly stood up. Then, the hair at the back of his head pulled him, and he instantly felt his scalp explode.
