With a staff member supporting him, Fu Yunxi struggled to get up off the floor and returned to his seat to continue drawing cards.
Wu Meibing: I want a cup of freshly ground coffee.
She waved a hand considerately, her brows slightly knitted and her face full of concern.
"Take a break first, Mr. Fu. You can make it after the game."
Fu Yunxi gave her a grateful look.
"Thank you."
Wu Meibing shook her head slightly, her lips curving into a perfectly measured smile.
"You're welcome."
Xie Lin glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and realized this woman had been acting the entire time.
Had something traumatized her as a child? Why did she love welding a mask to her face so much?
Wu Meibing went last. Only one card remained, and it belonged to Wu Xinyou.
A staff member simply flipped it over on the table.
Wu Xinyou: I want to hear Xie Lin sing.
Xie Lin: "?"
Remembering the terror of being subjected to funeral music, the director covered his face in despair.
Please, not this. Why had Ms. Wu started going crazy too?
A troubled look appeared on Wu Meibing's face, but then she remembered that Xie Lin was the easiest to talk to. She tilted her head, clasped her hands against her chest, and blinked several times.
"Mr. Xie, pretty please."
Xie Lin raised an eyebrow and held up one finger, his tone flat.
"Sorry, I'm tone-deaf."
"..."
[? What's up with Xie Lin? He helped everyone else complete their tasks, so why did his whole attitude change when it was Bingbing's turn?]
[Is he sick or something? Is this some innate hostility toward a fellow Omega?]
[What kind of bullshit are you spewing? Tao Miaomiao, Youyou, and Weiwei all get