1111 Weiwei Solves the Final Mystery

There were also a few black invitation cards that were sent to them in the magazine. Just like what Old Master Song had said at the beginning, the person who wrote these invitation cards to them was indeed this Song Tongtong.

Helian Weiwei raised her head again and glanced at the luxurious cosmetics placed on the dressing table. Her eyes darkened.

Auntie Zhang noticed her gaze and then adjusted one of the bottles on the table so it stood neatly with the rest. "Young Mistress loves these cosmetics of hers the most and hates it if they were dirty. If someone touched her things, she would definitely lose her temper on that person."

Her tone of voice made her sound like she was talking about her own child.

Helian Weiwei raised her eyebrows. "So when you handed me the meatball, you were afraid that I would find you dirty because she said such a thing to you before. The injury on your wrist was also caused by her, right?"