Chapter 4262 What's So Great About Being a CEO? Wouldn't Running a Street Stall Be Better? (67)
How was I faking anything? This was what she really looked like in private. At most, I'd cleverly used the camera angle while recording. 444 felt a little wronged.
Yu Aiwei acted gentle in public and always considered her fans' feelings, without the slightest hint of princess-like airs. But in private, she actually cursed those fans as brainless idiots. I just hadn't had time to record it yet.
"All right, then post it!"
Su Qiao logged into her account on the video platform and found that the comment section below it was equally "lively."
And ninety percent of the comments were cursing her for being shameless, wishing she'd get hit by a car when she went out or choke on water while drinking.
They had criticized her from head to toe, inside and out, from her strands of hair to her toenails, leaving no part of her unscathed.
What angered Su Qiao most was that they always liked dragging her family into it.
Quite a few of these people had overseas addresses. They were probably members of Yu Aiwei's overseas fan groups.
Su Qiao wondered if she had somehow unleashed a poison on a global scale comparable to the Zombie Virus, massacred countless humans, and become a great demon determined to destroy all of humanity.
Her temper flared as well. She immediately uploaded all the photos Xiao Si had collected, then added several lines beneath the caption.
"What do you like about her?"
"Do you like how she spits and throws trash wherever she goes, treats her servants like they're not human, and spews foul language at the slightest provocation?"
"Do you like how she picks her nose, scratches her hair and feet,