Ah!
It's over.
Wen Qiao slowly exhaled, completely unconcerned about Jiang Yao's threat, "You know, I'm not just an artist you manage, but I'm also your Boss Lady, holding the key to your financial happiness."
"....."
"Oh, great."
Jiang Yao was irked by Wen Qiao's words and ended up with the same expressionless face. Just then, the flight attendant came over with a blanket, which she unfolded and draped over her legs before leaning heavily back into her seat.
She turned her back to Wen Qiao, deciding to give her the cold shoulder and secretly vowing in her heart that from now to the time they got off the plane, she wouldn't speak another word to Wen Qiao.
Yet, before even a minute had passed, the infuriating brat beside her spoke up again and threw a bombshell at her—
"Actually, it's nothing secret. Fu Jinghen proposed to me."
???
!!!
Jiang Yao bolted upright, her eyes wide as she stared at Wen Qiao, "If you're lying, you're a dog."
