She switched her Weibo accounts, both her large account and small account, and solemnly cast all her votes for Xiyan!
Then she opened the group chat:
[Xiyan Xiyan, I will go to the live show to cheer for you. You must win to the end! Please don’t get eliminated in the first round.]
This was An Ran’s concern, and it was also Ruge’s concern.
Because now there are just too many people online cursing sumr.
Ruge: These netizens really drive crazy. They make a big deal out of nothing. Are they all just fence-sitters?! Whatever, at worst I’ll just vote for Xiyan. I refuse to believe it! There’s a saying that justice prevails over evil!
Xiyan looked at these two people standing up for her, speaking one after another, and couldn’t help but chuckle for a mont.
[Don’t get worked up, the show hasn’t even started recording yet. The online voting right now is useless. The real thing is whether I can impress the audience with my live performance. I just want to prove myself with my ability.]
Anyway, under any circumstance, I must win the championship of the "Actor" show.
Only by winning the championship can I... find Mr. Ling’s whereabouts.
And possibly make that smug Susan and Qiao Qianmo stop smiling!
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The next day.
An Ran woke up and it was already seven-thirty in the morning.
Chi Cheng is a very disciplined person who goes to bed at eleven at night and wakes up at eight in the morning.
Never-changing.
Just thinking about him made An Ran’s heart skip a beat.
Like, I like my brother...
Having confird her feelings, An Ran was a bit at a loss.
What should I do next?
No idea.
I just know that after having such feelings for my brother, I can’t help wanting to do sothing for him.
Half an hour later.
When Chi Cheng walked down the spiral staircase, he noticed that the cute little white rabbit was busy in the kitchen.
Raising an eyebrow, Chi Cheng pulled out a chair and sat down, "An Xiaoran, what are you doing?"
"Ah..." An Ran was startled, turning her head in panic.
He’s already downstairs?!
Looking at the ti again—
Ahhh, how did ti pass so quickly? It’s already eight!
With one hand lazily supporting his cheek, Chi Cheng looked at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and leisurely made a sound from his nose, "Hmm?"
With no other choice, An Ran had to brace herself and bring the breakfast she made, "Uh, this is sothing I just learned to make..."
Chi Cheng smiled, "Did you make it especially for ?"
An Ran sheepishly scratched her chin, "It’s not good. Maybe you shouldn’t eat it, let’s go out and eat."
"You just need to answer, did you make it especially for ?"
Lowering her head, An Ran felt a little embarrassed but still followed her heart and gave a single-syllable response, "Mm-hmm."
"I see." Chi Cheng maintained his position with one hand supporting his cheek as he looked at her, his smile deepening, "So virtuous, it seems that our Ranran will be a good wife in the future."
Swoosh, An Ran’s face turned red uncontrollably.
Wh-what good wife.
Whose good wife?
Her heart beca so tender because of this sentence.
An Ran lowered her head to take the plate, "I should just go and throw it away."
It’s really too embarrassing, the sunny-side-up eggs are burnt...
But the next mont, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Chi Cheng.
Feeling like an electric shock, An Ran looked up in a panic.
And t Chi Cheng’s extraordinarily charming face.
"Since it’s made for , only I have the right to decide how to handle it."
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