Qiao Chengxun stopped her, "Meimei, don't hang up."
"..."
The man's voice was filled with pleading, like a poisonous curse, freezing Wen Meimei's movements.
After a moment, Qiao Chengxun walked into a private lounge, looked up at the cute woman in the camera, "Meimei, show me your hand."
Hand?
Wen Meimei immediately thought of her injured right wrist.
She exposed the ugly scars in front of the camera, "It's already healed."
Qiao Chengxun asked with concern, "How's the recovery?"
Wen Meimei blurted out, "I can even carry a bucket of water without any problem."
"No carrying water!" Qiao Chengxun stopped her coldly.
He absolutely wouldn't allow her to do any heavy work, even if this hand was uninjured.
Wen Meimei pouted, afraid of him being upset, quickly changed the topic, "You're the fiercest, I showed you two places, you have to give me some eye candy too, right?"
