"What variety show is this?" Ruan Tingyi turned to Qi Feng, "Where's the shooting location?"
"On an island, it's a bit hot." Qi Feng looked at the computer screen, "Are you playing games with Kong Hou and Muye again? Ask Kong Hou if the strawberries I sent to Tianmiao last time were good. If they were, I'll have some more flown in."
"Why don't you ask yourself?" Ruan Tingyi said, annoyed.
"How could I dare? Every time I see Tianmiao, my heart races, and I nearly faint." Qi Feng sighed, "I used to think your fans were too exaggerated, crying and babbling when they saw you. Now I kind of get it. It's not exaggeration, it's love so deep you can't pull yourself out. Of course, my love is true love, yours is fake. They only love your fake goddess persona."
Ruan Tingyi: ... Alright, this conversation is dead. Old man's words are really toxic.
"Ask yourself." Ruan Tingyi rolled her eyes at Qi Feng, not wanting to engage further, then turned back to her game.
