"Didn't you delete it last time?"
When Leng Huaijin opened his Weibo, he found that his photo had been turned into a seductive and pretentious woman. She was "beautiful" and she looked like a chicken.
He almost smashed his phone. "This time, you must delete it. Otherwise, don't do it anymore!"
"What about Shen Weiyang? Did she agree to attend the press conference tonight?"
Wei Ze could feel Leng Huaijin's anger through the screen.
"Ahem, Miss Shen didn't want to come. But, but... "
Leng Huaijin frowned slightly. The cold air around him was intimidating. His intuition told him that this was not a good thing. But what? "
Wei Ze said nervously. "But Miss Shen saw a picture of you being attacked by someone. She thought it was interesting. She was in a good mood and agreed to go."
"She also asked me to ask you a question."
Leng Huaijin held his phone tightly, as if his phone would be crushed in the next second. "What question?"