This time, it was her last time to clean up.
When Yan Jun was wiping the door with a dusty rag, the door opposite opened again.
The man stuck his head out and saw Yan Jun appear at the door again. He handed the bag in his hand to Yan Jun.
In the twenty days or so that Yan Jun had been living here, he had only said one sentence.
It was the next day when those people came here for the first time. They surrounded Yan Jun’s house all day long and refused to leave.
He saw that Yan Jun had not gone out all day, and remembered that when Yan Jun came, he had nothing in his hands.
He thought Yan Jun must not have eaten, so he said, "I see you haven't gone out all day today. You didn't eat, right? I bought too much, so I'll give you some."
In this way, he would buy some extra food every day, and then give it to Yan Jun when Yan Jun went out to clean up the mess in front of the door in the evening.
Yan Jun accepted it as usual, "Thank you! Tomorrow, don't buy too much. I'm going to be away for a while, so you don't have to prepare food for me."
The man obeyed and paused, "You...are you going to let it go?"
Yan Jun laughed and said, "How could that be? Those online trolls haven't been punished yet, how could I possibly leave this world first?"
The man breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I know."
Yan Jun looked at the door the man closed, "Another man with a story."
When it was just getting light that day, people started to appear in front of Yan Jun's room one after another.
They continued to throw things and curse Yan Jun outside the room.
Yan Jun in the house registered on Weibo leisurely, then went online and posted the first Weibo in his life.
Yan Jun called Yu Zijun and asked, "Do you have many followers on Weibo?"
Yu Zijun replied, "It's just so-so! About 70 million."
Yan Jun touched his chin and said, "It's only 70 million. If it's forwarded, many people should be able to see it."
Yan Jun then said to Yu Zijun, "I just registered a Weibo account. Please follow me and repost my Weibo post. Thank you!"
Yu Zijun in the Fu family mansion hung up the phone and immediately followed the account that Yan Jun had just mentioned.
"Lord Yan Jun, I just realized that Yan Jun and Yan Jun have the same pronunciation! It seems that Yan Jun has the ability to tell time, and the King of Hell has the Book of Life and Death. These two are beings who know everything that happens to people. It's just that one exists in reality, and the other is just a fictional character."
Yu Zijun looked through her Weibo post again. "Mirror image rebound, there is also a photo of a bronze mirror below. What does it mean? Never mind, just follow and repost it first."
As soon as Yu Zijun’s repost came out, his fans who followed him saw it immediately.
As luck would have it, there was a fan of Yu Zijun outside Yan Jun’s door.
Yan Jun heard the person outside shouting through the door: "This fake daughter registered a Weibo account today, and she even asked Emperor Yu to repost her Weibo."
Others heard this and asked questions.
"What? This little bitch registered on Weibo? Tell me her Weibo account!"
"We haven't been able to find her contact information for so many days. Now that we have her Weibo account, we can go to her Weibo and scold her."
Yan Jun hugged his chest, leaned against the wall, and listened to the people outside cursing.
Because Yu Zijun, who has tens of millions of fans, reposted it, and the person who reposted it was one of the most popular figures in the media recently.
So soon many people followed Yu Zijun’s Weibo and crawled to Yan Jun’s Weibo account.
The Weibo comment section was filled with a smoky mess! About an hour later, Jiang Li realized that Yan Jun had registered a Weibo account.
She immediately went up to take a look and saw a lot of dirty words below.
She was worried that Yan Jun would feel upset after seeing this, so she immediately called someone.
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