Jiang Yao regained her composure and pushed Wen Qiao back with her elbow, "Talking about love, am I not troubled enough taking care of you, you little bastard? I don't have any spare energy to fall in love."
"How did this get pinned on me? I'm such an easy person to deal with."
Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow, "Like?"
"The most obvious thing is, other artists' love affairs drive their managers crazy, but not me. I went straight for your big boss, Fu Jinghen. If we go public, you won't have to worry about PR, and it'll even get you a raise," Wen Qiao said nonchalantly, with an unperturbed face. "How great is that?"
Jiang Yao opened her mouth, but in the end, she realized that what Wen Qiao said was indeed true and closed it again.
"So—"
Wen Qiao suddenly thrust her face towards Jiang Yao, leaving only a fist's distance between them. Her eyes bore down as she scrutinized Jiang Yao, "Are you or are you not in a relationship?"
"No."
