"Don't recognize me?"
Ming Ge's smile remained unchanged, even brighter by threefold, as she playfully enunciated each word.
Then, Xiaoxiao said, "It's okay, really, thank you so much, Su Mo."
Her name, spoken softly and leisurely from the lips of the fairy-like beautiful woman, was gentle and affectionate in tone.
Su Mo's cheeks were flushed red, "No, no need to thank me."
After Ming Ge left, the warmth on Su Mo's face hadn't simmered down yet.
She touched her face, which was still a bit hot.
But...
The name Ming Ge sounded somewhat familiar, didn't it?
It seemed like she was a celebrity.
When nobody was looking, Su Mo sneakily took out her phone and searched on the omnipotent Baidu.
Ming Ge—a signed artist with Jinqi Entertainment, a minor star who lingered on the fringes of the eighteenth-tier, known for playing detestable characters like wicked supporting ladies, haughty rich girls, and homewrecking mistresses. Not famous but rife with negative press...
