In one one of the stalls in the same saloon, a male hairdresser announced while taking off the black apron around a young woman's neck.
"Ma'am it's done."
The woman leaned forward to peer at her new looks in the mirror. Still with a calm face, she leaned away before standing to her feet.
"Where do I pay?" Zhang Xiaoling asked as she picked up her purse and turned to the male hairdresser that took care of her wavy silky hair.
For her to be asking where the cashier was, this seems to be her first time in this particular hair saloon.
Smiling at her, the hairdresser said, "I will lead the way."
Zhang Xiaoling quickly followed him with her long heels striking hard against the tiled floor.
Today she was putting on a knee-length ash coloured pencil skirt, and white sleeves top. On her feet, were a pair of black Alexander McQueen shoes.
