At Luo Chuan's question, Yao Ziyan could not help rolling her eyes at him. "Everyone has different tastes. There's no need to make others like the same things you do."
"I was just saying." Luo Chuan smiled and waved his hand. "I'm just a little curious. What do you think about me posting a poll on Magic Phone?"
Yao Ziyan: "..."
So this was the boss's most deeply hidden nature.
It was far too wickedly amusing.
If Luo Chuan really started such a poll on Magic Phone, it would surely stir up a bloody storm.
As for who won and who lost, that was not so important. In any case, it would definitely end with both sides battered and broken.
"I think you'd better not." Yao Ziyan sighed helplessly.
"I was just saying." Luo Chuan laughed.
That serious expression just now did not look casual in the slightest!
Yao Ziyan had no doubt that, if she showed any support, Luo Chuan would post that poll without the slightest hesitation.
At the same time, scenes related to it surfaced in her mind.
"I declare that the sweet faction is the eternal orthodox! Unite as one and wipe out these salty faction people completely!"
"Bullshit! The salty faction is the orthodox one! You sweet faction people are all heretics!"
"Stop fighting, you guys, stop fighting! Aren't both sweet and salty delicious? Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to get along peacefully? Why must we decide who is better?"
"..."
"..."
"Wipe out these fence-sitters first!"
"We agree..."
So, more often than not, staying neutral was not a particularly good choice.
Yao Ziyan shook her head, casting those strange images from her mind, then took a sip of warm milk tea.
"Mm... Boss, aren't you going to keep writing?"
"I'll rest for a