backstage of the exhibition center
when song fengwan was about to reach the backstage, she called the staff she had been in contact with. soon, she saw a young man in his early twenties with a work pass.
"you're that [ earn money to buy a mine to raise your son ]?" that person's gaze fell on jiang er. after all, the person on weibo was a male account.
"it's me!" he didn't expect the one who spoke to be the little girl standing diagonally behind him.
the staff member sized her up. she was wearing a simply designed dress with half-high heels, revealing a small section of her fair and tender legs. her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she was wearing a hat and a mask, only revealing a pair of phoenix eyes ...
it was beautiful.
"you?" the man's tone was suspicious.
song fengwan took out her phone and opened weibo to prove her identity.
