Early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes, and it was already six o'clock in the morning.
Stretching across the bed, she picked up her phone and glanced at it; the video call had ended at one o'clock in the morning.
So did Mo Chen watch her sleep for an hour?
She got up to wash up, then changed her clothes, did her makeup and hair, and began another full day of recording programs.
When Qiao Ruoxin walked out of the makeup room, she bumped into Wen Wan.
Seeing a love rival was always particularly irritating.
"Qiao Ruoxin, if you had any conscience, you would stop tormenting Mo Chen."
She smiled faintly, "Are you concerned? Too bad he doesn't need your pity."
Wen Wan glared at her angrily, "How can you be so despicable and shameless at such a young age!"
"What are you saying? I think I'm quite cute," she blinked innocently.
Unable to help herself, Wen Wan rolled her eyes and walked past her.
She snorted disdainfully and turned to leave.
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