"What if Zhang Ze finds out later, won't he retaliate against me?" Miemie asked.
"No worries, I've got your back, Zhang Ze can't really turn the world upside down, besides, look over there, it's not just the two of us taking pictures secretly."
Following Li's finger, Miemie saw on the other side of the wall, there was a lump of Fuji.
A giraffe-shaped Fuji.
Her neck stretched long, a small walnut perched on her head, sneaking a shot of Zhang Ze from a different angle.
"Hehe, so funny, I want to share it with my friends."
The giraffe Fuji murmured to herself as she streamed the footage live to their private group.
Fuji Family.
The number of people in the group varies from one hundred to a thousand, all Fuji.
It's not that Fuji excludes others, but others simply can't take it, no one can last more than half a two-hour in there.
Because in a way, the group chat embodies Fuji's inner thoughts. Endless Fuji's chatting creates information that's practically mental pollution.
