Given Wen Meimei's homebody nature, it was estimated she wouldn't be interested in such gatherings.
With this thought, Qiao Chengxun said in a deep voice, "I will pass the message to Meimei, but if she doesn't want to go, I won't force her."
His mother was displeased upon hearing this, "Chengxun, I know you adore Meimei, but have you ever considered what she will have to face in the future? Protecting her now is akin to harming her later on."
"Mom, Meimei is the apple of my eye; asking me to force her into doing something she doesn't want to do is impossible. You might as well speak to her yourself, as long as you persuade her, I'll personally take her there tomorrow night."
"Alright, alright, send me Meimei's number, and I'll call her right away."
"Mhm," Qiao Chengxun murmured in agreement, hung up the phone, and then sent Wen Meimei's number over.
Setting down his phone, his expression then grew somber.
What in the world was Wan Meizhen plotting?
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The maiden's boudoir.