"Wanqing, Wanqing!"
In the VIP box of Ningzhong National Arena, Le Mimi gently nudged the figure who was dozing on the table and softly said:
"Don't sleep now, the personal match is almost over."
Mu Wanqing, who was still half-awake, suddenly opened her sleepy eyes wide:
"What did you say?"
Maybe she got up too abruptly, causing Mu Wanqing's head to feel a bit dizzy as she said:
"Is the personal match over?"
"Has my Feng Hua made an appearance? Is he handsome?"
Beside her, the assistant covered her mouth and giggled:
"Since following you for so long, this is the first time I've seen you care so much about someone."
With a teasing expression, the assistant added:
"Could it be you've taken a liking to this godly figure you've never even met?"
Mu Wanqing used a wet tissue she had prepared to wash her face. Once her head was clear, she rolled her eyes at the assistant:
"Admiration and liking are two different things. What are you thinking?"
