"I'm doing yoga."
When Feng Bingbing saw Lin Mu's expression as if he were facing a formidable enemy, she burst out laughing. "Senior, you didn't think I was trying to seduce you, did you?"
Lin Mu sneered. "Who could a little brat like you, whose feathers haven't even grown in yet, seduce?"
"Senior, you're so mean. How could you casually reveal someone's private information?"
Lin Mu did not react at first. A moment later, he looked at her speechlessly. "Since when did you become so dirty-minded?"
"Don't you always say I'm not mature enough, Senior? I'm mature now, aren't I?"
Feng Bingbing clasped her ankles with both hands and pressed her upper body straight toward the floor. One particular area was visibly flattened under the pressure, spilling outward to the sides.
Lin Mu felt that if he kept looking, several hundred years of cultivation would go to waste. He turned his head away, choosing peace for his eyes.
"Oh, right, Senior. Sister Wan Qing just said someone told her Baoli Yin hired paparazzi to follow me and told me to be careful." Feng Bingbing suddenly asked, "Senior, what do you think I should do?"
Lin Mu said in "surprise," "Baoli Yin? That record company? Why would they hire paparazzi to follow you?"
"I often roast Baoli Yin's artists. Of course they hate me." Feng Bingbing gave a smug little laugh.
"Then can't you tone it down a little? Is it fun making so many enemies?" Lin Mu said irritably.
"No one protects me. When I get bullied, no one helps me. I can only be a little fiercer myself. I'm so pitiful."
Feng Bingbing pursed her lips, blinking her big eyes over and over, looking utterly wronged.
"That's Zhou Wanqing's problem. Telling me won't help."
By then, Lin Mu had