Eleven lay on the sofa, rereading the news about Gu Liancheng and the online comments beneath it.
Everyone was guessing that Huang Shanshan, being hit with scandals twice in a row, was likely to seize the upper hand.
The public couldn't help but feel sympathy for Mrs. Gu who had never appeared before.
"Sympathy? Ha!" Eleven was getting so irritated that she threw her phone onto the sofa, "Who needs your sympathy?"
They spoke as if they understood their lives thoroughly.
After all, everyone is leading their own lives. Who can fully understand the life of others?
She didn't need anyone's sympathy because she didn't know how good her own life was.
Just then, her phone rang again. It was a strange number. Without thinking, Eleven answered it.
"Hello?"
"Is this… Fang Eleven?" a male voice asked.
"Yes, it is. Who are you?"
"I heard… it's a hundred per night, right?"
"…"
