Maimai called Brother Zun again to get Sheng Sheng's phone number. Unsurprisingly, the phone was off, and she couldn't reach him. Sheng Sheng was on a plane at this moment.
"This is too much! It's nothing like the Brother Sheng Sheng I imagined who dotes on me!" Maimai sat cross-legged on the sofa, venting angrily, feeling like a fool who had been played with for a whole year.
But for some reason, there was a hint of sweetness in her heart!
A feeling that's hard to describe.
"My dear, this is not the time to worry about your brother's issues. Quickly come and let the makeup artist work on your look. You can't fit into this dress anymore; your waist is thicker than before."
As soon as the agent finished speaking, Maimai jumped up, hands on her waist: "Who has a thick waist? Who do you say has a thick waist? I can't fit in because my chest grew!"
Maimai puffed up her still almost flat chest: "I'm growing a chest, isn't it normal that I can't fit into this dress?"
Humph!
