The sky was not yet bright and Ye Wan's name had already appeared on the trending list.
[Trending No.7: Ye Wan, see you at 9 o'clock!]
And Ye Wan's phone started buzzing at midnight. Although she didn't know who it was, it wasn't hard to guess that it must be someone from Fan Xing.
Ye Wan glanced at it and just turned off the phone.
Unable to reach anyone, Brother Zhen called Qiu Yuze.
Unexpectedly, the other side slipped like a slippery eel.
"Brother Qiu, can you get in touch with your Sister Wan? As long as she is willing to let things go, we are willing to cooperate unconditionally!"
"Sure! Post a tweet yourself, admit that your anchor had cosmetic surgery to look like my Sister Wan, and just change your face back."
"..."
Wanted to say no cosmetic surgery, Brother Zhen didn't have the confidence.
Wanted to say something else but didn't know what to say.
Brother Zhen looked at the star, whose face was pale as a ghost while she nestled in the sofa, feeling a headache.
