Lin Wanwan looked down at the photo on the cell phone screen. When her gaze landed on Qiao Mianmian's exquisite face, her eyes revealed her unhappiness. She reached out and waved the cell phone away.
Her actions were a little rough, causing the cell phone to fall on the sofa.
The fan was stunned again. She picked up her cell phone and looked at Lin Wanwan curiously. "Wanwan, what's wrong?"
Lin Wanwan looked angry.
"What fairy? It's not as exaggerated as you make it out to be. She's not that pretty, just a little pretty."
Lin Wanwan was indignant.
She knew that Qiao Mianmian was good-looking.
As a woman, she was stunned the moment she saw her.
But the more people praised Qiao Mianmian, the more upset she felt. She didn't want to admit it.
Especially when the person was her best friend.
But now, she kept praising Qiao Mianmian.
This made her even more uncomfortable.
What was so good about her?
