Nonsensical rubbish.
Who the hell believes you?
Watching Chu Yihan leave the venue without looking back, Wen Lixuan felt incredibly embarrassed. Under everyone's urging, he had no choice but to quickly sign the contract.
The live broadcast has pretty much nothing left worth watching.
Su Ge casually lifted the already cooled tea from the table.
Zhu Huahua exited the live stream on her tablet and suddenly looked at Su Ge in shock, "Bai Jingya? Bai Jingya! Xiao Ge, is this jerk talking about the Bai Jingya that I'm thinking of?"
No way?
Bai Jingya knows this jerk?
And she planned all this from behind the scenes?
"Maybe, probably, it's the Bai Jingya you're thinking of."
Su Ge put down her teacup and subconsciously picked up her phone to check—Bai Jingya hadn't even called yet.
"Xiao Ge, you're not joking, right? What kind of deep hatred do Bai Jingya and Wen Lixuan have that she would plot all this to hurt Wen Lixuan?"
