However... why was the ratings of city-toppling beauty still dropping despite Yun Qiao’s excellent acting skills?
Even Gong Sheng couldn’t give an answer to this paradox.
He just instinctively believed that the problem didn’t lie with his little fairy.
If it weren’t for the fact that there were still a few days left before the international conference, he wouldn’t have been able to fly back in time to “Settle the score”with his little fairy while comforting her.
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At this moment.
At the Huo family’s old mansion.
Huo Junlin was sitting on a leather chair, playing with a small silver gun in his hand. His entire being exuded a murderous aura.
However, at his feet, there was a cat’s nest that didn’t fit him at all.
There was a small white cat curled up inside, looking weak and timid.
