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If Wen Mian's identity were to be discovered, she wouldn't be able to attend the concert.
Rather than publicizing it, it would be better to let Wen Mian quietly be herself.
That's what Wen Mian wanted.
The woman sharply inhaled, her gaze fixed on the phone, just about to contact Mo Site.
Little did she know, a call from Pei Zhiyao suddenly came through.
The man seemed very concerned about Wen Mian's situation.
He had even seen the news about the concert.
"Are you at home?"
Wen Mian nodded, responding subconsciously.
"Yes, I'm resting."
"Your concert a few days ago was quite successful. I was wondering if you're interested in attending any other concerts recently?"
"Ah?"
Wen Mian was a bit stunned and taken aback.
During this inquiry by Pei Zhiyao, Wen Mian was truly puzzled by his words.
The woman was curious.
But after a long while, she didn't know what to say.
"What concert?"
She was looking for an excuse to avoid it.
