Tiana Thorne's face remained calm, as if listening to someone else's business.
She smiled casually, her voice lazy: "Didn't expect, huh? You're my fan."
Joyce Hughes intended to provoke her, but instead, one sentence from Tiana left her speechless.
Joyce frowned: "Miss Thorne, you're joking. I don't idolize celebrities."
Tiana flashed a regretful smile: "So you're saying...you're my anti-fan?"
Seeing Joyce silent, Tiana helped her to admit it directly, her eyes sparkling as she smirked: "Turns out you're an anti-fan. If the news about me is bad, could it be your doing?"
Joyce: "..."
To her surprise, a single sentence had pinned this wrongdoing on her.
"Miss Thorne, don't accuse me falsely."
Tiana's smile grew even more playful: "If you're not an anti-fan, why so concerned about me? Seems like you are my fan, just a bit shy to admit it."
Joyce's face went from pale to flushed, unable to deny or admit, looking quite unsettled.
