After all, he already had a bad impression of Yang Kun.
Furthermore, Li Changlin was well aware that his repeated refusal of Yang Kun's arrangements had probably already earned him Yang Kun's hatred.
Since that was the case, there naturally was no need for him to show any courtesy to Yang Kun.
"Li Changlin, immediately order your fans to stop sending Monthly Ticket gifts!" Hearing Li Changlin's voice, Yang Kun snorted coldly and then started giving orders.
"Why should I, by what right!" As Li Changlin heard this, he immediately became furious.
Damn it, Yang Kun you son of a bitch!
"There is no why, and there is no right, this is an order!" Yang Kun bit out, his voice cold.
"Director Yang, am I not a host of the Wuxiang Legion? My fans are helping me fight for glory—doesn't the Legion benefit from this!" Li Changlin was shaking with rage.
