"Negative comments? No worries. Nobody's perfect, especially not in the entertainment industry, where talent is abundant. No one can achieve perfection. It's an era of free speech—all the keyboards and hands belong to them. I can't control what others say, I just have to try my best not to disappoint those who like me."
After being probed by Wen Qiao for quite some time, Chen Xing could tell there was something fishy about Wen Qiao's serious statement at first.
Indeed, the next second, she switched her earnest tone back to her usual careless demeanor, "But how can you be so sure that Qi Ming's fans will attack me after seeing us together? You're not going to hire some troll army to hype things up, are you? Because then I can sue you!"
The last sentence Wen Qiao said was so righteous and stern, anyone who didn't know better might think the show had wronged her.
"We wouldn't," Chen Xing reassured her wearily. "We wouldn't do something so despicable."
