Without looking at Pei Ruoxi's expression, Ji Mo crouched down and sat back on the sofa, picking up the materials he had been halfway through reading earlier.
"Close the door on your way out, thanks!"
This sentence clearly meant to see the guest out, and his tone was as indifferent as that of a stranger.
"You..." Pei Ruoxi's chest heaved violently, her face a mix of grievance and rage, "A stranger is it? Fine, from now on... we'll be strangers!"
Raising her right hand, she slammed the paper bag filled with beef jerky down on Ji Mo, turned around, and slammed the door as she left.
Striding angrily toward her dressing room in high heels, she passed by the contestants' lounge. She paused briefly, her eyes landing on Ning Xiaofei, who was chatting with a few contestants, and let out a cold snort through her nose before quickly stepping away, teeth clenched.
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...
Eight o'clock sharp.
