Compared with delicate Katrina, Lynn was really a far cry now. She looked plain in a light blue T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Lynn opened the large scissors unflinchingly, and the blades of the scissors touched each other and clicked vigorously, with high momentum.

"That's weird. Since it smells sour, are you still staying here?"

Katrina folded her arms and looked very arrogant. She didn't expect that she would come across such a wonderful scene here.

"You want to kick me out? No way. I will supervise your work here, take pictures for you, and tell my good friends that Lynn works as a servant at the Warners."

Lynn pursed her...