Jiang Yao, upon hearing this, relaxed her furrowed brows and sat up straighter, "How can you be so sure?"
Wen Qiao was at that moment using eyelash curlers in front of the mirror, her face appearing somewhat fierce, "Of course, by activating my brilliant brain, it's just a guess."
In fact, in her original reality, there were already variety shows being recorded live. Although she hadn't finished reading this book, when she saw the script, she guessed that the author would arrange for this variety show to be broadcast live.
"Actually, I'm not too certain either, it's just a guess, a guess," Wen Qiao added.
But Jiang Yao thought her guess made a lot of sense. She pondered for a moment before speaking, "Then I should also put on some makeup, just in case I get caught on camera later. Let me borrow your makeup later, I didn't bring any."
"Got it—Hey, fuck! Jiang Yao, don't move, I've got mascara on your eyelid, Ah Xi—I'm going to kill you."
Jiang Yao: "......"
