With that said, Wang Jingwen picked up the trash can and threw away the letters from her fans.
The manager said, "Jingwen, there are still a lot of flowers at the door. They were also sent by your fans. I'll help you put them in a vase later."
Wang Jingwen waved her hand and said in disdain, "No need. It's just a few tattered flowers. They'll wither in less than two days." As the top gun of Jia Le, she was very realistic. Nothing else mattered other than money. Her fans were like Chinese chives in her eyes. If she couldn't use them, they would lose their value.
Shortly after, her manager threw a dozen bags on the coffee table. Wang Jingwen glanced at them and was interested in one of the black handbags.
"What's that? Louis Vuitton's bag?" Wang Jingwen gestured for her manager to hand it to her.
