Yao Weiwei didn't understand, and even began to feel that Manager Shen was deceiving people—
The most prestigious guest of the Jiuchong Palace…
Could it be that Ming Ge was a Black Gold level VIP?
Yao Weiwei found the idea somewhat laughable, and her skepticism only made her more bold in questioning, "Don't tell me you're just riding on the coattails of someone else's VIP status, trying to throw your weight around here?"
She was indirectly suggesting that Ming Ge was being kept by someone!
Ming Ge, "…"
She quietly touched her own face, unable to resist letting out a quiet tsk.
Why did everyone who saw her always mistake her for a lover?
Just because her face looked too glamorous, and not like the demure, plain-Jane sort?
Sigh.
Being beautiful is also a crime.
Ming Ge sighed inwardly, but without a hint of sadness.
It's her fault for being good-looking?
Ming Ge raised an eyebrow.
