Butor sneered, "Are you putting grass on my head here You've worked hard. Where did you buy this outfit And this wig, oh my oh my, it's still long and straight black hair. Congratulations, you finally got the good one for yourself.",The car door creaked open, and a man stepped out. He wore a crisp white leisure suit. A handsome young man with an air of arrogance on his face, he strode towards them.,She stood at 1.7 meters tall, sporting a pair of ten-centimeter stilettos. A simple white T-shirt paired with a light blue A-line skirt reached her waist. Her chestnut-colored long curls cascaded down naturally, radiating an inherent brilliance. Even in this supposedly disheveled moment, she exuded an air of nobility like a swan.。