I didn't expect this girl to be my fan. Sharon thanked Kayla briefly, but she didn't expect the latter to be dissatisfied with her reaction. "What's with your attitude? I'm your fan. How can you become popular without us?"
"What do you want to hear from me?" Sharon asked coldly. I didn't expect to encounter such a classic fan interaction—guilt-tripping.
"I heard that there's bullying between the two of you. Is that true? I also think everyone is saying that Xenia has a sugar daddy behind her, and that's why you were eliminated. You're much better-looking in person than on television. Your eyes are bright. Hey, where are you going? Look at the camera. Can't you see that I'm taking photos of you? Is this the attitude of someone who relies on us for a living?"
Sharon didn't want to cooperate with such a person at all. She glanced at the old, pale-faced man on the ground. His head was lying on the ground, and he couldn't use any strength at all.
