1745, Let go of me, you stinking botfly.
These women originally relied on men for their livelihood, occasionally taking on some print ads.
Though they seemed to live glamorous lives, they actually made very little money.
With the expenses for cosmetics and daily spending, there was hardly anything left.
Now, they only needed to say a few words to each earn fifty thousand. Naturally, they wouldn't miss this opportunity!
"Alright, Director Song, contact us anytime, we'll be there at once!"
Song Yan impatiently waved them off and quickly ran over to Lin Guanguan:
"Guanguan, what's going on?"
Lin Guanguan saw Song Yan approaching, her expression very anxious: "I just went to the restroom, and when I came back, Mumu was gone. She's not answering her phone. I'm worried something might have happened..."
Thinking of her previous experiences, Lin Guanguan became even more anxious.
