These words weren't self-comforting or meant to console Yan Zao.
She was indeed an unwavering fan of Yan, an LY supporter, talking as she reached for her phone, "Which buyer is it? With only three days left, will the tickets get there on time?"
Just as she swiped the screen and opened the second-hand transaction platform APP, she heard Yan Zao say, "To be precise, they were donated."
Wen Jing widened her eyes in disbelief and arched an eyebrow, "Donated?"
Two tickets worth over ten thousand yuan, just donated. Was she out of her mind?
For her, an amount of more than ten thousand yuan represented several months of salary, so her reaction was entirely reasonable.
Yan Zao nodded with certainty, "Mhm."
Her gaze carried a hint of guilt.
Wen Jing became anxious, "Donated to whom?"
She glanced at her phone in desperation.
"A..."
Yan Zao paused, then said, "An idiot, perhaps."
Wen Jing frowned, "What idiot?"
