Because his clothes are so outdated, they don't even meet the standards of ordinary people. He looks like he's from some poor mountain village. How could he know any big shots?
"Thank you, uncle!"
Ji Xinyan smiled gently, "Bai Ci, you go comfort Wenwu. I'll go talk to that girl!"
"How do you plan to talk to her?"
Lin Baici glanced at Hu Wenwu, who was bowing his head and afraid to look at him, and sighed.
"Nothing more than threats and bribes!"
Ji Xinyan lowered her voice, "We'll offer money first, and if she doesn't take it, don't blame me for being rude!"
"On Xiaohongshu, I'm a beauty and fashion exploration blogger with tens of thousands of followers. Even if I can't do it, isn't there still you?"
Tea Girl joked, "But you're Lin the Starving, with over ten million followers. If you make a call, your fans could storm Haijing Polytechnic and make him a headline."
The security uncle listened, dumbfounded.
My goodness,
Is it that sensational?
