Zhang Yiyi goes to a beauty salon? Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng, with their four eyes, clearly saw it.
Xiao Xian couldn't figure it out, nor could Zhuo Feng. An'an Beauty Salon had only opened a few months back, and they even distributed flyers to the community where Zhuo Feng lived.
"What's a beauty salon for, Auntie?" Within the limits of Xiao Xian's understanding, the concept of a beauty salon had not yet been established.
This question really stumped Zhuo Feng. In order to maintain the image of a good aunt, Zhuo Feng tried hard to recall the words on the pink flyer she had received.
"Beauty salons offer wrinkle removal, acne treatment, aromatherapy SPA, body shaping and weight loss, An'an Beauty Salon, your neighborhood beauty expert," luckily Zhuo Feng had glanced at it a few times, "but these have nothing to do with you middle school students," listen to Auntie, as a student, you just need to study hard, exercise well, and just focus on eating and growing taller.
