"What are you trying to do?" Although the group of young girls around him looked weak and threatening, Mo Yesi still held Qiao Mianmian tightly in his arms.
The man's aura was strong.
Even those older than him would feel pressured in front of him.
Not to mention a group of young girls.
The girls who mustered their courage to ask if she was really Qiao Mianmian were shocked.
The girl at the front was so frightened that her face turned pale. She bit her lip and looked like she was about to cry.
She looked at Qiao Mianmian and said weakly, "We're Sister Qiao Mianmian's fans. We want to ask, are you Sister Mianmian?"
Qiao Mianmian was stunned.
Her first reaction was to touch her mask.
Recognized?
Wasn't she wearing a mask?
"You're really Sister Mianmian."
