"Great, I'll get back in shape as soon as possible." Wen Meimei smiled confidently, determined to make a push for the peak of her life.
Sister Long nodded slightly, her eyes involuntarily drawn to the smooth bald head, and finally couldn't help but say, "I know a friend who makes real wigs. When I get back, I'll have someone send you a few wigs to see which one you like."
"Oh, thank you, Sister Long." Wen Meimei reluctantly expressed her thanks.
Honestly, she didn't want to wear a wig at all, but she had no choice.
Wen Meimei and Sister Long talked about many things, and later Sister Long suddenly received a call and left.
Two hours later, the wigs sent by Sister Long arrived at Qiaohao Garden.
Bu Qingqing took the wigs and ran back excitedly, "Young Mistress, take a look at these wigs, they all look great!"
Wen Meimei glanced at them absentmindedly, completely uninterested.
Bu Qingqing looked a bit disappointed, "Young Mistress, why are you not reacting at all?"
