"..." Shen Wenqian, who was fuming just moments ago, almost burst into laughter.
The woman in the red T-shirt was so angry her face contorted, "You, you, you, is this how you treat your fans?! With that attitude before you're even famous, if you really did become famous, then you wouldn't—"
"Sorry, but," Ruan Qi cut her off, her smile soft but tinged with a chill, "I really can't accept a fan who talks badly about their idol behind their back."
"..." The woman in the red T-shirt was like Donald Duck with a throttled neck, utterly choked up.
Ruan Qi turned her head, her languid gaze sweeping over several faces.
Those she caught sight of all guiltily turned their heads away.
Ruan Qi puffed out her cheeks. Saying bad things and not owning up to it—all bad people!
The young girl was slightly unhappy. She moved her fingertips, and several inconspicuous streaks of silver light flashed through the air.