Uncle Hua used all his tricks to coax, but still got the response...
"I don't want to go!"
Uncle Hua, upon hearing this, slapped his forehead in frustration.
Just then, Uncle Hua's phone rang.
"Alright then, let me handle the arrangements!"
Then, Uncle Hua left with his phone.
Left alone in the dressing room, Mu Keren picked up Xuan Ling's book out of boredom.
Honestly, she was quite curious about what kind of book Xuan Ling would write.
After all, in her previous cultural classes, Xuan Ling's worst subject was Chinese.
Others might not know this, but having gone through middle and high school with her, how could Mu Keren not be aware?
So, out of curiosity, Mu Keren opened the book...
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When Uncle Hua returned from his call, he saw Mu Keren staring blankly at herself in the makeup mirror.
"What are you daydreaming about? Don't tell me you suddenly think you've become more beautiful again?"
