"Dawei, aren't you curious whether this is true or not?" Wan Tianning asked while holding her phone.
Her agent, Dawei, asked, "So, is it true or not? It should be fake, right? The picture must have been photoshopped. Tell me, I'll get a professional to verify it right away. Once we confirm it's fake, we'll sue him to the ground."
"No need to sue, it's true. I'm indeed dating my driver. And right now, he's right beside me." Wan Tianning admitted openly.
Dawei was probably too shocked to speak, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Who is this person?"
Lan frantically signaled with her eyes at Wan Tianning, but Wan Tianning ignored it.
Instead of answering Dawei's question, she hung up the phone immediately.
After hanging up, she suddenly held Lin Yue's hand, interlocking their fingers, and told Lan, "Take a picture of us, just a photo of our hands. Make it look nice. Our hands are so beautiful, if you can't capture it well, it means your skills are just poor."
