Liang Chuchu didn't want Xia Fanxing to get off scot-free and was planning to continue hiring an internet water army to add fuel to the fire.
Suddenly, a series of shrill female voices came from behind her.
"This is so annoying, those few lousy moves could have just been done by a stand-in, but they have to torment me. The sun outside is so toxic, it's made my skin turn black!"
"And you, who asked you to order such expensive milk tea? Didn't I tell you to buy the cheapest one, just a few bucks? Those lower-class people don't even deserve to carry my shoes, buying them milk tea is a waste of money."
As soon as Liang Chuchu heard that her own words had been recorded, she turned pale with fright. She sprang up from her chair, pointing at the clothes rack that was blocking the view, and shouted loudly, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
Xia Fanxing, holding her mobile phone, walked out from the corner with a smile on her face.
