Wen Qiao sat leisurely in her seat, tilted her head to look at the woman, and raised an eyebrow at her, a blatant provocation.
"I can't help but feel like I've seen you somewhere before," the woman squinted at Wen Qiao and suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Wen Qiao?"
"Yes, I am Wen Qiao," Wen Qiao, recognised by someone, was not afraid to acknowledge it: "It seems your eyes are quite sharp."
Due to the weekly variety show broadcasts, Wen Qiao's fame had significantly increased compared to before.
The other passengers in the cabin craned their necks, seemingly confirming whether this Wen Qiao beside them was the one they thought her to be.
"The threshold for entertainment really is low enough that just about anyone can become a star." The woman snorted coldly, "Do your fans know what kind of person you are in private?"
