After returning home, Sophie Wilson went straight to her bedroom for an afternoon nap.
Since she had already moved the Wilson Clan out of her mind, Sophie wasn't feeling sad anymore.
As for how the Wilson Clan was handling things, that was their business. She just wanted to rest comfortably now.
After resting for a day, the next evening, after dinner, she hurried off to the concert early.
There were already a few people scattered in the VIP seats, and Sophie handed Charles Seymour a lightstick.
Such a childish thing made Charles almost twitch his lips, but seeing Sophie's excited eyes, he reluctantly accepted it.
"I brought some mosquito repellent for you," Sophie said as she sat down and sprayed it on Charles, "so you won't get bitten."
"Do you like this singer that much?" Charles asked.
"I do!" Sophie nodded vigorously. "He sings so well, his voice is very magnetic, and, and, he dances really well too. Ah... he's especially dreamy..."
