Mo Si Huang’s fans previously held back harsh words because Zhao Xiaoyan was a friend of his brother. Now, they frantically lashed out.
——Shaless bitch, dare to ride my brother’s popularity?
——Insider info, this woman has been lingering in An City for a long ti, sponsored by President Zhao from real estate!
——Zhao Xiaoyan’s rise to fa, indecent video leaked!
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Zhao Xiaoyan was instantly dumbfounded, sothing’s off... Doesn’t Mo Si Huang always ignore the artists who try to piggyback on his fa? She’s not the first to do it!
Could it be because of... Su Li?
Not only was it trending on Weibo, but even a Bilibili uploader edited an exposé video. In just a few hours, she beca famous... for the wrong reasons.
Zhao Xiaoyan was so terrified that she ran to Star Emperor Entertainnt, her new agency, for help without thinking.
When the higher-ups at Star Emperor Entertainnt saw the news, they could only curse, damn it, an artist we just signed causing such trouble? Isn’t this the one An Ruyi insisted on signing?
An Ruyi’s head filled with mush?
An Ruyi wanted to strangle Zhao Xiaoyan. If she wasn’t sowhat useful, why would she help her?
An Ruyi called her private PR team to suppress the news, but it only escalated further.
Su Li wasn’t very aware of the online uproar. After diligently attending class, she took a taxi to a mall specializing in yarn.
The weather was gradually turning to autumn, yet on Tuanzi’s side, it seed winter had already co. He cutely told her yesterday that they’ve turned on the heating, and many kids at school were wearing scarves and gloves, which were warm and nice-looking.
Su Li instantly heard Tuanzi’s hint; he wanted them too.
In this aspect, Tuanzi was quite like his father, Feng Huaijin, always hinting at what he wanted.
The next day, Su Li went to buy yarn, preparing to knit a pair of gloves for him.
Su Li carefully picked the yarn and chose a bright red color.
Just after paying, Su Li suddenly heard footsteps and faint cara clicks. She froze; she’s not a celebrity, who would be photographing her?
Su Li turned her head, and just then, she heard a reporter excitedly saying, "Only this assistant wasn’t there that day at the program recording. The friend Mo Si Huang ntioned must be her! Quick, take photos!"
Su Li stood there holding two balls of bright red yarn, dumbfounded as she was surrounded by reporters.
What’s going on?
"What are you standing there for?" Suddenly everything went black, and a suit jacket was draped over her head. A pair of familiar big hands cradled the back of her head, pressing her into soone’s embrace, with a faint scent of ambergris.
It was... Feng Huaijin!
The reporters were startled by the sudden appearance of the man, but their fingers kept pressing the shutter.
Feng Huaijin’s gaze grew increasingly cold, and an innate powerful aura overwheld the place. The paparazzi were shaken by his stare, suddenly too scared to keep shooting.
Feng Huaijin held the person in his arms, and said coldly, "Delete everything!"
The reporters looked at each other, and a short reporter couldn’t help but ask, "Who are you?" Dare to threaten them?
Feng Huaijin lightly pursed his thin lips, protectively holding the person in his arms as he turned to leave, casually dropping three words: "Feng Huaijin."
Those words landed like a clap of thunder!
"Feng Huaijin, Seventh Master Feng of An City..."
A female reporter was so startled that she shivered, and her cara fell to the ground with a crash.
"What are you standing around for? Delete it! Quickly delete it! Don’t shoot, this is a violation of personal portrait rights!" A reporter scread frantically.
Feng Huaijin, holding Su Li, left, and from under the suit jacket ca a soft, obedient voice: "Can I co out now?"
Su Li poked her head out of the suit jacket, revealing a slightly-red little face, "Why are you here? Are you here to buy yarn too?"
Feng Huaijin: "..."
Who’s buying yarn with you!
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