As soon as these words were spoken, the students laughed. Such a straightforward personality, who wouldn't like it?
But Tong Yan, after all, isn't money; not everyone likes her. Some students couldn't stand it and spoke up, "Tong Yan, aren't you being too harsh? She's already lowering herself to please you, what more do you want?"
Tong Yan chuckled and looked towards the voice. The one asking the question was a tall and sturdy guy, "This fellow student, it seems you're not my fan."
Exactly, if he really were a fan, he'd like her no matter what.
Others comforted, "Little Fatty, it doesn't matter if he's not. There's so many of us who like you."
Some girls just didn't like Tang Tian's "white lotus" act—always looking aggrieved when talking to anyone, as if somebody owed her money. Who's she doing it for? They couldn't help but voice their displeasure, "This woman is so disgusting, putting on an act for whom?"
This girl, can we give you a thumbs-up?
