The word "pregnant" immediately came to mind.
His brows furrowed slightly.
The female lead is pregnant, and she's here. What's going on?
And where did the female lead's child come from?
Pshaw, yes, whose is it?
Although it's not very prominent, it's quite noticeable from his angle.
She looks like she's two or three months pregnant, just starting to show.
Come to think of it, the timing is indeed quite sensitive.
He arrived here just over three months ago.
"Tong'er, could you check what happened to the female lead in China?"
Since she didn't sleep with the male lead, she shouldn't have to worry about being implicated.
There's no need to go abroad.
If it's just for work, why aren't there agents or assistants?
Even the staff wouldn't let her in.
The system circled the petri dish twice before replying, without batting an eye, "No."
Luo Ling: "..."
'Then tell me, what can you do?'
He gritted his teeth and asked.
The system thought for a moment and then responsibly informed its host.
'cannot.'
Luo Ling: '...Then what use are you to me? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻'
The system is feeling wronged and needs to witness a real-life father-son battle to feel better.
Luo Ling coldly closed the system, touched the mask on his face, and walked towards the female lead.
As soon as he approached, the staff member who was blocking the female lead immediately asked politely.
"Hello sir, please show me your identification or invitation."
Luo Ling reached out and removed his mask, his voice gentle and warm.
"Hello, I am..."
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Your Highness!"
Luo Miao was interrupted by an excited voice before he could finish speaking, and he looked helpless.
He smiled and nodded, then put his finger to his lips as a silencing gesture.
"Shhh."
The girl with her ponytail immediately covered her mouth, but her eyes remained wide open with excitement.
"Can I get you my autograph and then let me in?"
A clean and gentle voice that touches the heart.
The girl with the ponytail nodded frantically and handed over the pen that was stuck on her work ID.
She tugged at the hem of her clothes, indicating that he should sign here.
Luo Ling signed his name neatly.
He handed the pen back to the other person, saying, "I'm going in now. Thanks for your hard work, keep it up!"
The girl with the ponytail watched Luo Ling walk away with starry eyes, unwilling to look away even after he was out of sight.
That's His Highness the Prince.
The living prince.
It doesn't mean that Luo Miao is a prince.
Instead, his few fashion shows and endorsements all portray him as the most mysterious Eastern prince.
This has led to people who know him and his fans referring to him as His Highness.
Reluctantly turning back, she saw the woman who had been bothering her for most of the day was still there, and felt a little upset.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Qi Shanshan's expression changed slightly, but she didn't dare to get angry and patiently pleaded.
"Miss, I really am an invited model. I came in a hurry and forgot to bring my work ID. Please, let me in."
The girl with the ponytail looked impatient.
"Since you said you were invited, then call the person who invited you and ask them to send someone to pick you up."
Seeing that her face turned pale upon hearing this and she showed no sign of moving, the girl with the ponytail turned cold.
"No one inside would pick you up, and you didn't have any identification. You claim to be an invited model? Who would believe you?"
Qi Shanshan gripped her bag tightly, her voice tinged with anger.
"How could that person just go in without showing anything?"
The girl with the ponytail paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"You...hahaha...I said, where did you come from, you country bumpkin? You think you can compare to His Highness the Prince? What a joke!"
The merciless mockery made Qi Shanshan's face turn extremely ugly.
She harbored deep resentment.