Shen Zhiyi took a sip of kale juice. "Yeah, it's rare for someone to like me like this. I was happy to see it, so I saved it."
Few people like her this much?
Li Yunqian almost laughed out of anger.
Shen Zhiyi leaned closer and saw the message on his screen: "This person has been following me since my debut. He's a long-time fan. Although he's a guy, he's very attentive. I can see him at every event."
“Every time he gives me a gift, he makes it by hand. I think it’s more sincere than those who just throw money at me. I’m very touched.”
Li Yunqian's knuckles, gripping the phone, gradually turned white.
A slight smile played on his lips, but his eyes held no mirth. "Little darling, don't you like money?"
She had told him from the very beginning that she liked money, jewelry, accessories, and bags.
Now that you're talking to another man, why have you changed your story?
He was in a somber mood.
"I don't dislike him at all." Shen Zhiyi said, still staring at the screen, seemingly oblivious. "It's just that he's a fan, and it's already quite generous of him to spend time on me."
Money is easy to give, but true sincerity is hard to find.
Li Yunqian's face was cold and stern. He grabbed her waist, lifted her up from the chair, and made her sit across his lap.
"What are you doing?!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise.
Li Yunqian pinched her chin and said quietly, "It's not good for my little darling to be so innocent."
"No matter who it is, real support still requires real money."
Do you understand?
“Besides,” he said, lifting his delicate eyelashes, a burning jealousy flickering in his dark eyes, “if you want sincerity, he’s not the only one who can give it to you.”
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