"Baby, trust me, okay?"
Jinghen might have lowered his voice intentionally, as his word "baby" tingled Wen Qiao's half body into numbness.
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Wen Qiao glanced at the familiar scenery outside the car window and replied: I'm starting work now.
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She listened to that voice message again and shook her head with a sigh.
Exiting the chat box, she saw the chat frames of Fu Jinghen and Huo Mutian side by side on the main interface, and Wen Qiao blinked.
Ah.
It was somewhat difficult to decide at the moment.
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After wrapping up for the evening, Wen Qiao changed her clothes and received a message from Huo Mutian.
He said he had already arrived at the entrance of the filming location.
Wen Qiao checked the time, it was the exact time they had agreed upon, not a minute more or less, just right.
Wen Qiao didn't take Qiao's lead and make him purposely wait for her; she replied with a simple "okay" and, with her bag in hand, walked out of the makeup room.
