Exiting the office, Wen Meimei wanted to meet up with Ming Ruochu but suddenly received a call from Qiao, the King of Hell.
"I'm here. When are you coming out?" His voice was cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion, and, for once, not tinged with a trace of chill.
Wen Meimei's lips curved into a gentle smile, "In a bit, I just need to tell Ruochu and I'll be on my way."
"Hmm." The man responded but didn't hang up as he usually would.
Wen Meimei paused; she had been waiting for him to hang up first, but he didn't do so.
Alright... guess I'll just shoot the breeze with him for a bit more then.
"So..."
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to guess what I'm wearing today?"
"Performance costume."
"..."
Wen Meimei looked on with disdain, Qiao, the King of Hell, how does a man with such a lack of imagination like you manage to win over a girlfriend?
Which blind-eyed girl actually fell for an unromantic old man like you!
Haha, that would be her being blind...
