Her voice stretched out, slightly lifting, making it exceptionally charming.
[Tang Song: "Wait until I get back to Yan City, you're the first one I'll teach a lesson to!"]
Seeing her "evil plan succeed", Wen Ruan smiled smugly and continued, "I posted a picture of a cat on my social media, and a lot of people liked it, like—Lingling, Qingqing, President Xie, oh right, and your assistant Xue. They all seem to like Snowball, you can bring her along next time, we can all play together, big sister is very generous."
[Tang Song: "Emm... that's possible, for example, Qingqing and Xue have a particular fondness for you."]
Wen Ruan's lips curved even more.
She slowly leaned back against the headboard, cradling the ragdoll cat in her arms, stroking it as she continued chatting.
8 o'clock in the morning.
Wen Ruan put away her phone, freshened up quickly, and walked into the dressing room.
Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but carefully examine her skin again.
