Wen Meimei put down her phone, her mind still a bit fuzzy.
What level is Ning Zhenyu, and what level is she, to actually invite her? It's truly unbelievable.
Just as she was lost in thought, her phone buzzed again.
Sister Long sent a WeChat message, adding: Ye Qiuyi was also invited as a guest singer.
Ye Qiuyi…
Ha, afraid of her?
Seeing the girl's strange smile, Qiao Chengxun walked up to her, "What's up?"
"Nothing, I have to be busy tomorrow."
"Should I go with you?"
Wen Meimei looked up at the man's handsome face and raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you busy?"
"Anyway, there's already so much work piled up, one more day won't hurt."
"..."
King of Hell Qiao, you're bold.
"Whatever, tomorrow I need to help Mr. Ning sing and compete. I'm going to sleep now, you better not disturb me, or I'll bite you, um..."
Before she finished her sentence, the man suddenly stuffed his finger into her mouth.
Wen Meimei blinked, King of Hell Qiao, are you crazy?
This low-level bad taste...
