After standing still, Wanwan patted her suitcase and said, “Brother, leave it to me.”
“Then I’ll go over there and take a look. You stay in the square and don’t wander around.”
“Okay.”
Mo Zexu couldn’t help but rub Wanwan’s face and said, “You’re so obedient. Are you an angel?”
Wanwan, who had been saved from embarrassment, held onto her suitcase and said, “I am a little celestial master.”
“Alright, my angel baby.”
Song Qingfeng spoke up, “I’ll stay here and keep an eye on them. You guys go and check it out. If you need help, lend a hand.”
Xia Zhihuai glanced at Song Qingfeng and noticed her slight discomfort.
He didn’t object to the suggestion, unlike the conflicts between him and Song Yuanxin.
Who knows what the bosses of the two companies were thinking, putting the real and fake heiresses together in the same variety show.
Were they afraid that the two wouldn’t clash?
How despicable!
So despicable.
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