Wei Tao discovered that Su Qi's complexion was as black as ink, and the anger in his heart actually dissipated a bit.
Perhaps this was a transfer of rage.
"Don't be angry, think about the solution. We can't just let 'Literary Review' slander our author."
Su Qi's eyes were fixed on the review in 'Literary Review', and two green veins burst out on the back of his hand.
After a moment, he suppressed his anger and asked, "What do you think?"
A slight smile played on Wei Tao's lips, with a hint of chill to its curve.
"They can write articles, so can we. It doesn't make sense to just take the slaps on the face without fighting back."
Wan Xinxue's gaze swept over to the former chief editor's smiling face, and his body shivered slightly.
...Someone was going to be unlucky.
The fear of past dominance surfaced in his mind, and he inwardly lit a candle for those looking for trouble.
