Wen Qiao helplessly responded, "Who else could it be?"
Jiang Yao let out another scream, her whole body almost plastered to the door, "You're going to shoot an advertisement for ES, does that mean you're going to be their spokesperson?"
"Nothing's confirmed yet," Wen Qiao didn't want to speak too definitively, "Fu Jinghen just said he wants me to go back and shoot briefly to see how it goes. There's no certainty that I'll secure the endorsement."
Jiang Yao immediately flattered her, "That's okay, you'll definitely do great."
"Although I'm touched by the confidence you have in me, but—" Wen Qiao leaned on the washstand absently tapping the ceramic tiles with her fingers, "can you let me take a shower first? With you sticking to the door, I feel like I'm being spied on."
"Oh, oh," Jiang Yao bounced back sharply upon hearing that, "You go ahead and shower first."
She was now inclined to treat Wen Qiao almost like a revered ancestor, naturally agreeing to whatever she said.
