That night, Wen Meimei slept incredibly soundly. In the mists of her sleep, she always felt that someone was holding her, but the sensation was too fleeting to grasp.
Upon waking, Wen Meimei found herself in her bedroom, with the faintest trace of a man's scent lingering in the bedding.
Wait a minute...
Wen Meimei suddenly widened her eyes. Had King of Hell Qiao come over last night?
My goodness, it seemed he really had.
Come to think of it, what did King of Hell Qiao want from her last night?
Subconsciously, she reached for her phone, intending to send him a WeChat message.
Then she suddenly remembered they were already divorced, had agreed not to interfere in each other's lives. How could she break her promise to him?
"Pat, pat, pat..." Wen Meimei slapped her face, then after washing up, she changed her clothes and left home.
Half an hour's drive later, Wen Meimei arrived at the gate of Stars Film Park in the Imperial Capital, putting on her golden mask before entering.