“Hello, may I speak with Ms. Wen Ruan? We’re from the variety show Baby, Charge Ahead. You entered your child in our amateur cute-kid...”
Wen Ruan didn’t even look up. “Scam.”
She hung up without hesitation.
She’d never properly signed her kid up for a variety show in her life. How could they have picked her out of nowhere?
But the production team wouldn’t give up.
Once, twice, three times...
They called six times in just two days and sent several text messages, along with their credentials, official seal, and official contact details. Wen Ruan still firmly believed it was a new kind of scam.
When the production team had no other choice but to ask a community worker to visit and verify things in person, Wen Ruan finally remembered to check her records from that day.
Staring at the unmistakable words “Registration successful” on the screen, Wen Ruan froze.
She looked down at Su Nuonuo, who was clutching a little stuffed toy and was too shy to look up.
Three seconds of silence.
Wen Ruan quietly took a deep breath.
She was doomed. Somehow, she’d accidentally sent her timid, soft little bundle of joy onto the country’s top-tier star variety show, an S-rank production.
