"It's yours, it's yours, no one's snatching your husband. Showing off your love so early in the morning—can't you give us single dogs a little room to breathe? I'm unfollowing now. [Angry]"
"Pah, who doesn't know that you and Jiang Jingheng are in a show marriage? Big talk like that and you're not afraid of biting your tongue."
"The commenter above is clearly a jealous hater. What does their good relationship bother you for? Even if my Yan Bao isn't with Jiang Jingheng, do you think you have a chance?"
"If you post a picture of Young Master Jiang, then I'll believe you guys are genuinely in love. [Cute]"
"The person above is too sly. I'm afraid your titanium dog eyes aren't worthy of laying eyes on my Jiang Meiren."
…
Jiang Jingheng browsed through a few comments, then looked up at someone on the sofa, a smile tugging at his lips.
He withdrew his gaze, typed a few words on his phone, then set it down beside him and continued working.
