Wen Meimei sat blankly in front of the makeup mirror, feeling somewhat frazzled.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand how, with her excellent memory, she could forget her lines.
Could it be depression haunting her?
Ding—She knew it, it must have been the overexertion of her brain these past few days!
Hacking into Xiyou Gate had been a massive undertaking, with all sorts of data that were difficult to crack. Then she had spent the following days hacking into the Weibo database to set up timed topics, and just activating that pile of zombie followers had drained so much of her brainpower.
Today she realized, as good as it is to have a brain, one should use it sparingly.
The consequences of overusing one's brain were severe—that was forgetting one's lines!
Wen Meimei had never experienced forgetting her lines before, and now, at a loss, she picked up her phone to ask her handsome dad for help.
