Jiang Zhouye finally realized he had accidentally let Jiang Nanshu into the frame.
Fortunately, it was just a reflection, and it didn't show her face.
He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't plan to respond.
He waved his phone at Jiang Nanshu proudly, "Look at your brother's popularity. Even after being absent for a while, there are still so many people."
Jiang Nanshu gave it a merciful glance, humming, "Yeah, awesome, you're so great, backing you is a surefire investment. Your fans have a discerning eye, finding a needle in a haystack, none of them are fake."
Jiang Zhouye: "… What nonsense are you spouting?"
Jiang Nanshu looked aggrieved, "I'm praising you! Since brother doesn't like it, I won't praise you in the future, lest I annoy you."
Jiang Zhouye: "!!!"
[You are a popular singing and dancing singer, if you can't even maintain this level of popularity, retire early; it's embarrassing! If I could sing well, there wouldn't be any place for you in the music world.]
