She reached out to the girl, "Give me your pen."
The girl handed over her pen as instructed.
Wen Qiao took it, removed the cap, and flamboyantly signed her name on the scarf, then handed both the scarf and pen back to the girl, "Here's the signature you wanted."
Jiang Yao watched as Wen Qiao, without even blinking, gave away the scarf she had bought for twenty thousand yuan and had only worn twice. Her temples throbbed harshly, and she continued what Xiao Chu had just said, "It is quite intimidating, after all, you can hardly find a few fools who throw money around like her in a crowd."
Shock was evident in the girl's eyes. She looked at Wen Qiao in awe and stammered, "This... you... I..."
The girl was too excited to know what to say.
Wen Qiao stuffed the scarf into her arms, "It's a gift for you. I didn't have any paper to write on, so we'll just make do with this."
"I, I have some," the girl hurriedly rummaged through her backpack and produced her notebook.
