Seeing this rash flurry of barking, Annan was crouching in front of her phone, trembling all over in anger, "This is just shameless."
Yuran was half-squinting, slightly propping up her body, her head resting on the armrest of the sofa, looking at Annan whose cheeks were flush with anger, "What now?"
"What now?" Annan looked at her indifferent expression, feeling like she was punching cotton, unable to get angry, "Her hardcore fans have started dissing you, look, look."
Yuran saw that the phone Annan pushed in front of her was full of messages dissing her, yet her expression remained unchanged.
Annan was horrified, "You're not angry about this?"
"I saw it!" Yuran shook her phone in her hand, "I just replied to one mentioning the lyrics were written by you. After all, my feelings for Bo Yan aren't as... obsessed as the internet suggests. They might have misunderstood my initial intention for writing this song."
