Oh, people nowadays, where are their values?
No wonder Hua Bingqing failed; even the best singing voice can't compete with a bigger chest.
Wen Meimei casually gossiped a bit, found a seat, and sat down, just a high barstool, as the comfortable soft sofas were all taken by the big shots.
Bu Qingqing stood behind her, carrying large and small bags, thoughtfully taking out a water cup for her, her eyes occasionally glancing at the luxury lounge, full of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
"Miss, when will you be able to sit in that kind of lounge too? By then, you can act like a diva and crush women like Ye Qiuyi under your feet."
"Not interested," Wen Meimei said nonchalantly, taking the water cup and drinking a sip of water.
VIP Lounge.
