In an instant, those online voices doubting Ye Nanxun's plastic surgery completely vanished without a trace, leaving only countless kudo hunters clamoring for the rich, beautiful young lady to debut.
These individuals were probably the so-called fence-sitters who, one moment, were criticizing someone, and the next moment, could be underneath someone's blog posts bowing their heads in apology. It was a good thing that Ye Nanxun always kept her fake identity under wraps; otherwise, her blog would have definitely become a disaster zone now.
Unaware of all this drastic change, the dreaming Ye Nanxun remained oblivious.
She was sleeping soundly while a man stood at the door of her motorhome, his gloomy eyes staring at a photo on his cellphone screen, his mouth making a constant grinding noise.
Anyone passing by at this moment would absolutely shudder.
Fu Boyan, it was Fu Boyan again.
