Lu Xingxing knocked on her sister Lu Feifei's door and entered the room.
"Why are you not sleeping at this late hour and running to my room instead?" Lu Feifei was somewhat displeased. After being troubled all night long, she couldn't even get a good night's sleep; how could there be such an idiotic little sister.
Lu Xingxing began to be unreasonable.
"Sis! What should I do now? Mo Chen has gone too far. For a woman, he's even willing to go on a reality TV show when he normally refuses to even accept interviews."
Lu Feifei, who was applying a face mask, sat on the sofa with her legs elegantly crossed: "Isn't that a good thing? If you end up marrying him in the future, he will spoil you the same way."
Upon thinking this way, Lu Xingxing indeed felt less upset.
"That's true, but would he dote on me like he dotes on that vixen?"
Lu Feifei: "Why not? Anything is possible."
