"Then you—" It seemed inappropriate to ask the question at the moment, so Jiang Yao bit her tongue.
"Feeling." Wen Qiao knew what she wanted to ask and pointed to her temple, "I can tell if someone is my fan."
Jiang Yao gave her a disdainful look, seeing her smug expression.
No wonder she dared to be so arrogant—she had reinforcements.
Wen Qiao smiled, pulling out a box of pudding from her bag and handing it backward, "Here, have some pudding."
Twin ponytails was pleasantly surprised, "Really? For me?"
"It's just a pudding; what's real or fake about it? You helped me out big time, I can't thank you enough." Wen Qiao glanced at Jiang Yao, lowering her voice, "This is my manager, she's really strict with me. Without you, she would have scolded me to death."
Jiang Yao: ?
She poked Wen Qiao's head, "Just chat with your fans, why bring me down?"
Wen Qiao stuck out her tongue, "See, isn't she fierce?"
