Xiang Wan was bewildered.
Bai Muchuan lit a cigarette and took a puff slowly. "Nobody can confirm all that you've said."
His eyelids were half-closed. His long, upturned eyelashes cast a mysterious shadow over his eyes. Xiang Wan's heart was drumming with unease over his words.
"I don't understand," muttered Xiang Wan.
"Cat abuse, and the woman who resembled Er Niu," said Bai Muchuan. He tapped on the laptop with his slender finger holding the cigarette. "And this deleted comment. The novel hosting website of your book, Wen Quan Book Treasury, only the author has the right to delete the comment?"
"No, no, no! Administrators who have been verified by the website has the right to do so as well."
Bai Muchuan's eyebrows creased. He did not retort.
At this time, Huang He called back. The answer was within expectations.
