Max Lin yelled at his throat. Everyone took out their phones and looked at them. Even Fred Fu, who had never participated in anything, got up and pulled off the charging phone, and asked Mina Zhu to post him a Weibo.
“Zhao Ye is really a **** scumbag.” Max Lin said while sliding his finger down.
Lu Zhicheng also sighed after reading it, “Hey, I didn’t expect Senior Sister Yan to like this kind of person, I’m afraid it’s because of eye problems.”
“I think your eyes have a problem,” Max Lin glanced at him, “Didn’t you mean to her some time ago?”
“No, no!” Lu Zhicheng hurriedly denied.
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