*
"Can't you and President Fu take it easy?"
Luo Ting looked at the woman lying on the bed receiving acupuncture with a hint of helplessness.
These two love each other with such intensity, and to think family marriages with no love involved could twist someone's waist out of place.
I don't buy it.
Jiang Mian frowned slightly, her expression pained, "It's not me..."
Clearly, it was that man's heavy-handedness.
Like he was possessed, round after round.
My poor waist is aching.
Luo Ting sent a few messages, "We've delayed your red carpet appearance for today, you'll walk alone, not with the crew."
Jiang Mian had a reputation as a "red carpet assassin," and everyone was somewhat wary of her.
Tonight's red carpet event was grand, with all the well-known names in the entertainment circle invited, and Jiang Mian's last-minute invitation was indeed a testament to her recent rise to fame, a momentum that couldn't be ignored.
