Mm.
Clean and crisp, utterly refreshing.
Jiang Yao burst into laughter. "If you know you don't drool, why bother wiping your face?"
"You don't understand," Wen Qiao huffed, with an air of haughty pride, "This is called being meticulous."
Jiang Yao felt Wen Qiao's skin was getting thicker by the day. She rolled her eyes and handed her the phone. "Take a look, netizens have a high regard for you. As long as you perform normally and don't stir up any trouble, the online comments about you will change after this drama airs."
Wen Qiao didn't take what Jiang Yao said to heart. She scrolled through the praising comments with a smile blossoming on her face. "Even though I get compliments often, being praised for my beauty still makes me happy every time."
"Snap out of it, girl. You can't just survive on your looks."
