"Yaoyao? Yaoyao? Are you okay?"
Watching her friend who was completely in a dazed state, Qian Lele gently touched her arm.
She was still a little confused about the situation.
She didn't understand why just a simple email and name could cause the usually carefree Ding Yao to react so intensely.
Ding Yao stiffly turned her head.
That face, always with exquisite makeup, flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Lele! Lele!" She grabbed Qian Lele's hand and said breathlessly: "Miss Tian... the person she recommended to me... is Mo Xiangwan!"
"Mo Xiangwan...?" Qian Lele repeated the name, still feeling a bit bewildered.
In the past, her life was filled every day with studies and countless part-time jobs.
Just to make a living, she was already doing her utmost, with no mind for chasing stars or gossiping.
Her understanding of the entertainment industry mostly came from Ding Yao's daily briefings.
But she never really took it to heart.
