All at once, everyone pointed the finger at Lin Yixun, the "culprit," and the comments section of Lin Yixun's Weibo was filled with curses.
"Lin Yixun, go to hell!"
"So ugly, living in this world is literally like dead air!"
"Old witch!"
"Shameless bitch, ugly people always cause trouble!"
"F**k, what good can come out of a whore from Nightshade, she reeks of slutty vibes!"
"Bitch who everyone sleeps with, go die!"
...
Netizens used all the vicious language they could think of on Lin Yixun, some words were even unbearable to look at. Lin Yixun regretted it the moment she opened Weibo.
"What are you doing, bringing this upon yourself?" Ouyang Hao lay on the sofa, glancing sideways at Lin Yixun not far away.
Seeing that Lin Yixun remained silent, her face looking quite unpleasant, Ouyang Hao yawned lazily and said, "If you were smart, you'd shut down your Weibo. Otherwise, if you get sick from anger, I won't care about you."
"If I shut down Weibo, will they stop cursing me?"
