"What am I supposed to cut with if I don't have scissors?" came Ye Ruozai's voice from behind, but Pei Yan, experienced with body possession, knew that the body had already changed owners. He casually condensed a pair of hair-cutting scissors and handed them over with a chuckle, "My sister always said that to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. You can't even find your tools; do you even know how to cut hair? I'll be in the spotlight in a few days."
"Alright, bow your head! I've done all sorts of things while wandering the world; you think I'm like you, leaving home and losing the ability to do anything, becoming a useless second-generation?" Lin Junzhao, controlling Ye Ruozai's body, pressed Pei Yan's head down and took the scissors, grumbling.
