Wen Meimei looked disdainfully at the messy wigs, "I'm not used to wearing someone else's hair, I'd rather not wear it. Wearing it makes me feel uncomfortable all over."
Bu Qingqing didn't dare make a decision on her own, so she brought up her young master, "Young Madam, why don't you discuss it with the Young Master?"
"There's nothing to discuss with him about this..." Though she said this, Wen Meimei felt uncertain and decided to discuss it with Qiao King of Hell anyway.
Just as she was about to take out her phone, she remembered King of Hell had banned her from using it, not allowing her to even touch a phone.
Really, not even allowed to make a call!
The more Wen Meimei thought about it, the angrier she became, and she demanded, "Give me the phone."
Bu Qingqing obediently handed over the phone, as long as she kept an eye on Young Madam to prevent her from causing trouble with it, it would be fine. That was the Young Master's order.
