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On the airplane
Su Lixing had gone to so fashion exhibitions in other cities two days ago, having missed the debut night of the boy band.
Already annoyed, she now had also missed such lively gossip about Jiang Mian.
By the ti she ca across the trending news, half a day had already passed.
I hate it!!!
To think I wasn’t at the forefront.
She doodled on her tablet for quite a while, seemingly venting her pent-up emotions on the digital brush.
The flight attendant approached Su Lixing with a polite smile, "Miss, hello, may I help you with anything?"
Su Lixing paused in her drawing, "No, no, it’s nothing."
Noticing the drawing on the tablet, the flight attendant smiled lightly, her voice pleasant and lodious, "You’re drawing Jiang Mian and her boyfriend, aren’t you? It’s really beautiful."
"Thank you, they indeed look very good."
The flight attendant was startled and took a few more looks at Su Lixing, finding her eyes familiar. After composing herself, she nodded and walked away.
Damn it, how does everyone know about this.
Feels like I’ve missed out on billions.
Su Lixing made quite a few revisions to her drawing, eventually adding facial features to the man in the picture.
Perfect.
Yangyang scrolled through the Chen Mian couple’s super fan community, feeling unusually heavy-hearted.
What’s going on with these people, flipping sides like they are nothing.
So make sense though, maybe just people close to Sister Mianmian knew about that hairpin before posting it or sothing.
Now one is married with a lady wife, and the other has officially announced a boyfriend, a young, fresh piece of at at that.
Who would put these two together.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she had confird it with Sister Ting in the morning, she would have doubted if that person was President Fu.
Yangyang pursed her lips and scrolled through the fandom posts. The anonymous artist wife had just updated a new picture a second ago.
It was clearly the sa photo that had been posted on Weibo last night.
Just from a different angle, the woman’s profile and the man’s profile.
Jiang Mian and Fu Sichen.
Oh my god, oh my god!!!
Yangyang excitedly jumped up from her seat.
Luo Ting walked up to her, looking at the excited child, "What’s up, near tearing the roof off?"
Yangyang hemd and hawed, "Can I say it, um..."
What’s with this can or cannot.
Luo Ting furrowed her brows slightly and glanced at the still glowing screen of Yangyang’s phone.
"If it’s related to our Jiang Xiaomian, then you should say it."
If it’s not related, Yangyang probably wouldn’t be so secretive.
Yangyang handed her phone to Luo Ting, "Sister Ting, you rember the super talk page for President Fu and Sister Mianmian, right?"
Luo Ting nodded. That super talk about the Chen Mian couple indeed flared up for a bit when they were shooting the variety show.
After it ended, and especially after President Fu publicly announced his wife, it seed nobody really paid attention to that super talk page anymore.
A lot of people probably left.
Luo Ting looked at the super talk count, it read 1770.
Why are there still so people?
"I didn’t expect people still followed this super talk."
Yangyang anxiously took out her phone and opened the photo gallery, "It had over 2000 before, it’s dropped a lot after Sister Mianmian’s announcent."
Luo Ting pulled Yangyang to sit on the sofa, her attention quickly drawn to a photo soone had posted on the super talk page minutes ago.
Under the fireworks, the intricate and beautiful profiles of a man and woman gave off the feel of an exquisite movie poster.
This drawing looked too similar to what she had seen with her own eyes last night.
This person—
Luo Ting involuntarily shuddered, feeling goosebumps rising.
She had the look of soone in the know.
"Do you know this person?"
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