"Sister Lan, now that you mention it... I think it makes a lot of sense." Qian Meiqi nodded. "I'm good-looking, rich, and have a great figure too."
"So, just go about your business. Just treat this as something to have fun with. If you take it too seriously, you've already lost." Le Yao laughed.
"Okay then, but I need to register a new account and have a go at them, I'm free anyway." Qian Meiqi said and hung up the phone.
Le Yao shook her head and continued browsing Weibo. She found that there were quite a few night owls. In just one night, more than a thousand people participated in the discussion, including many familiar IDs. She found it quite amusing. So she registered a new Weibo account with her new phone number and joined in the gossip discussion.
Han Binglan's previous account was entirely about Nangong Jue, so she didn't want to use it.
Yan Zimeng's fans are crazy, urging their idol to die and even calling for Han Binglan to divorce Lord Jue. However, many rational netizens feel that this matter is probably not so simple.
Netizen [Carly]: This fangirl is really something else. If Sir really liked your idol, he would have already made a public declaration of love, right? But there's been no news for so many days. Looking at this photo, I can't help but smell the green tea.
Netizen [YaYa]: It was said before that Lord and Han Binglan divorced, but so many days have passed and I haven't seen the divorce certificate. Could it be that someone staged it themselves?
Netizen 【Grandma is not milk】: You don't know anything and you just spout nonsense. Seriously, what kind of people are you? You call us simps, so what about you? You're quite proud of sucking up to Yan Zimeng? Don't fans these days use their brains?
The three women's comments quickly gained support from some people, but their fans swarmed in and soon overwhelmed them, showering them with all sorts of nasty comments as if they were free.
Unexpectedly, these three were incredibly powerful, engaging in a verbal battle with the group of haters. Their typing speed was amazing; as soon as a comment appeared, their reply came immediately.
They would argue with anything their fans said.
They've been fighting like this for half an hour, and there's still no sign of defeat, leaving many of their fans completely speechless.
Le Yao was amazed; such a talented netizen deserves to be shared and liked.
However, she was using a new account with the name Lele Yaoyao, and it wasn't verified, so nobody knew it was her; everyone thought she was just a passerby.
Le Yao didn't mind; she would like and share anything that supported her, keeping herself very busy.
"Honey, are you planning to spend the New Year in the bathroom?" Qiaoqiao couldn't help but ask from outside.
"Come out right now." Le Yao then realized that she had been in the bathroom for an hour, and it was already past eleven o'clock. She hurriedly got up and came out. "I know you're hungry, I'll cook right away."
"No, I meant to say, didn't you say yesterday that you were going back to the West Mountain Villa today?" Qiao Qiao glanced at Le Yao. "Look at the time! Are you going back for dinner?"
Le Yao suddenly slapped her forehead. She had completely forgotten about this. Han Guosheng had come to see her yesterday, and Cui Li had come today. She hurriedly turned around and went into the bathroom to wash up, then changed into a tracksuit: "Qiao, you'll have to make do with your own lunch. I don't have time to cook for you."
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