Mo Huaifeng said, "Stop pinning labels on me. My body isn't that big. "
After a pause, he then said meaningfully, "We can see who exactly your fans will believe."
Ji Zhiyao was about to die from his grievances.
Because he recalled how his close to two million fake fans on his Weibo would frequently comment "Fi-god is so handsome MelonRind you're just a little step away," he was very confused who exactly would the fake fans help if he were to be against Mo Huaifeng.
His heart was tired.
Still looking a little heated, he threw his phone aside indignantly. However, he was not angry for long before Heng suddenly brought up another topic.
Out of the blue.
"In these past few days, there'd been quite a lot of dogs starting things on Weibo and Tieba. NoHomo, have you seen them?"
The moment he ended his sentence, Heng received daggers from Mo Huaifeng's eyes, icy cold. He instantly cursed to himself deep down.
