Jiang Zhouye just realized he had accidentally gotten Jiang Nanshu in the shot.
Luckily, it was just a reflection, and her face wasn't shown.
He breathed a sigh of relief and didn't plan to respond.
He waved his phone proudly at Jiang Nanshu, "Look at your brother's popularity. Even if I haven't appeared for a while, I still have so many fans."
Jiang Nanshu glanced over with mock benevolence, humming, "Hmm, great job, Brother is so amazing. Investing in you is a sure win. Your fans have a keen eye, finding a needle in the haystack, none of them are fake."
Jiang Zhouye, "… What nonsense are you spouting?"
Jiang Nanshu, aggrieved, "I was praising you. Since Brother doesn't like it, I won't praise you anymore to avoid annoying you."
Jiang Zhouye, "!!!"
"I mean, you're a popular singer and dancer. If you didn't even have this much popularity, you might as well retire early and save the embarrassment! If I could sing well, you wouldn't even matter in the music world."
