"What exactly did you do?"
Lan Ruowei looked at him, and the aloofness in her gaze made Shen Yibei very displeased.
"Why would I need to do anything? In terms of fame, wealth, charm, and popularity, Ji Xi Yu isn't even worth one of my fingers."
Shen Yibei snorted coldly. Ji Xi Yu was nothing more than a man with an effeminate face, a look that blurred gender lines, utterly ruining the masculine appeal of a man.
"Shameless." Lan Ruowei curled her lips, and the words she spoke made Tang Qian, who was standing aside, widen her eyes.
This was Shen Yibei, after all, a top-tier celebrity with nearly a hundred million followers on Weibo. His popularity was extraordinarily intimidating.
Sister Ruowei actually dared to speak to him in that tone.
Shen Yibei flicked his finger nonchalantly and said, "Right now, I'm your leading man. Stop thinking about men you shouldn't be thinking about."
"Crazy."
Lan Ruowei stood up, not sparing Shen Yibei a glance, and headed straight into the set.
