Can I Ride Your Trike?

"Is that so?"

Song Jingwan was persuaded. Even if she didn't listen to the advice, what could she do?

"Yes, you should go to bed early. Don't let your imagination run wild. Otherwise, your face will be swollen and you won't look good on camera tomorrow."

Qin Han could only comfort her this way. Initially, he thought that Song Jingwan would be a worry-free artiste. But after getting to know her, he realized her methods weren't always the smartest.

Yet, by relying on her own background, she had stolen a lot of other people's resources and attracted a lot of hatred.

After he comforted Song Jingwan, he hung up the phone and sighed.

On the computer screen, it was a face that made Song Jingwan gnash her teeth in hatred when she saw it.

Her smile was like a flower, so beautiful that it was unreal.

He did not know why, but he had a premonition this time. Perhaps, the netizens would not forget her so easily.