Yan Yan only glanced at it and understood the whole story.
He scrolled down, and all sorts of vulgarities and sharp words targeting Yun Qiqi came at him, like a small-scale online violence scene.
The man sat in front of the computer, looking at those messy comments.
His handsome face finally couldn't help but darken, his eyes shadowy as if a storm of death had enveloped them.
Is this the kind of students Nan University is producing?
It seems this school needs some internal rectification as well.
He kept his eyes narrowed, staring at the "evidence" photos on the screen for quite a while.
Instead of having the PR department handle it immediately, he directly shared it to the WeChat troublemaking group.
He then lazily typed a message, adding: [Clean it up yourselves.]
After that, he closed the computer and didn't bother with the matter anymore.
This group of kids has nothing better to do recently; let them deal with the mess they've created themselves.
