Wen Meimei replied with a simple "Okay" and set down her phone.
She had to go to the dress rehearsal tomorrow and hadn't practiced singing for many days, so she needed to brush up on it tonight.
But before that, she had to fill her stomach.
Wen Meimei got up, walked downstairs, and turned into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator to take a look.
The fridge still contained fresh ingredients stocked that morning, though she wasn't sure whether it was Qingqing or King of Hell who had it done.
Should she cook herself?
Forget it, cooking just for herself seemed pointless.
Wen Meimei closed the fridge; she decided to head to the nearby 24-hour store to buy some instant noodles to get by.
...
That night, Wen Meimei locked herself in the practice room, starting with a few simpler songs to warm up before she began practicing the competition songs.
In the top 25 finals, she had prepared five songs, one of which was "Forgive." She hadn't had the chance to sing it until now.