She had bought several hundred yuan's worth of snacks, and they were all gone in just two days.
From the time she bought them until now, she had only eaten one bag of potato chips. Did Warm Song eat the snacks as meals?
Taking out the remaining bag of potato chips, she sat back down on the sofa.
Thinking it through, she decided to send a message to Tang Jingxing and ask him why he had agreed to her play.
It wasn't that she thought her script was bad, but it wasn't so good that it would attract the attention of the Best Actor and Best Actress.
She reached for her mobile phone, but it was not there.
The mobile phone had somehow disappeared into a corner of the sofa.
She reached into the crack of the sofa and touched a torn gap.
Lu Xinyou furrowed her brows in confusion, looked down into the gap, and then her face darkened.
Looking at the traces, the sofa was not torn by itself, but rather cut open with a sharp tool.
