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Is it really the big star Bai Fengling?
Wu Jie glanced at the person next to him; Tang Xiao had already fallen asleep under a thin blanket.
Standing up, Wu Jie headed in the direction of the restroom.
He took the opportunity to look over his shoulder.
Although she was wearing sunglasses and a mask, judging by her hairstyle, attire, and the air about her, she bore a striking resemblance to the stand-in, Mei.
At the moment, she was engrossed in chatting.
Her pale, slender fingers moved flexibly, typing at an amazing speed.
Of course, Wu Jie wasn't a star-chaser; even if she was Bai Fengling, what of it?
Ever since the last dinner when her agent Bi brought over a stand-in, Mei, to fill in the numbers, Wu Jie had lost interest in celebrities.
Regardless of how famous they are or how many fans they have, aren't they all mortals?
They all must succumb to power, and the more they care about fame and fortune, the more they tend to dread it.
