But even though Mei Lin kept going on about what she would do if she wasn't picked, she was actually still hoping to win the draw.
After all, news kept trickling in from her social circle about others receiving celebratory messages.
However, as time ticked by, Mei Lin still hadn't received an invitation.
She was so angry that she actually unfollowed Jiang Qiuqiu and spent the whole afternoon sulking.
The Young Lady was truly angry. Jiang Jiang had rarely seen her like this, so he said, "Young Lady, it's okay if you didn't get an invitation."
He said softly, "We can just buy a spot when the time comes."
"No way!" Mei Lin huffed. "We're all her fans, so why do I always have to pay for everything I want to do?"
"I could let it go when the lotteries were smaller, but now there are so many people—and I'm still not among them! It's not about the money, but why am I the only one who has to pay?!"
To put it bluntly, the Young Lady just felt she had terrible luck.
