Su Wanwan subconsciously adjusted the overly large black-framed glasses on her nose and refused, "I don't want to!"
"Wanwan..."
"No way!" Su Wanwan left no room for negotiation.
Zhou Miaomiao widened her eyes, "Su Wanwan, I've been bullied to this extent, can't you help me vent a bit? How decent can a man who likes someone like Sun Xiaotong be? If there's a real beauty in front of him, would he even care about Sun Xiaotong? I can't wait to see that bitch's face then!"
Su Wanwan sighed, "Miaomiao, other things might be okay, but not this. I really can't do it."
Zhou Miaomiao rolled her eyes in anger.
Su Wanwan remained unmoved.
At this moment, there was suddenly a commotion at the door of the private room.
When the man walked in, the whole room fell silent for a moment.
As if by fate, Su Wanwan looked up and saw that familiar face.
