On her way over, Cindy organized her words in her mind.
Outwardly, however, she appeared full of confidence.
The others hid not far away, secretly watching Cindy with envy in their eyes.
"So nice, I also want to have celebrities as neighbors."
"Idiot, you first need a rich daddy. Cindy has lived in this kind of environment since she was little."
"Ah, so nice."
Cindy seemingly could feel the gaze from behind, took a deep breath, stood outside the neighbor's garden, and pressed the doorbell.
These dazzling celebrities were having an open-air barbecue in the garden.
Seasonings were sprinkled on lavishly as if they cost nothing. Whether it tasted good was not important; the most important thing was the atmosphere.
In the end, all sorts of strange tastes came out, and even the not-picky Gong Qiming looked disgusted.
Still, Yue Qingqing couldn't stand it and went into the villa to wash her hands, planning to come back later to help.
