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[Whoa, this is that explosive?]
[Holy shit, I take back what I said about Xu Ziyuan being innocent. Fuck, this is shameless—he was actually the mistress of so many people.]
[Fuck, my Aotian is too kind. I'm going to Xu Ziyuan's account right now to curse him to death.]
[Unbelievable. Is Xu Ziyuan some kind of mistress incarnate? Can't he see that He Qing didn't even want to acknowledge him? Back then, Aotian didn't even know Xu Ziyuan. Beating up a mistress was only right. Fuck, and he even dared to curse my Aotian.]
[Hahahaha, come on, Aotian, let's switch phones. I definitely don't want to see the dirt you have on other celebrities on your phone.]
[Holy shit, Xu Yanche is amazing. He actually has dirt on so many celebrities. Hurry up and show us—I want to see.]
[Does this mean that if anyone offends Xu Yanche in the future, he'll expose their dirt? I just looked at those 100G of photos and videos. There must be gossip about a lot of people.]
[Hahaha, I happen to know Number Two Fish's wife. I already sent her the photos we screenshotted from the livestream just now. Hahaha, you scumbag, just wait to die.]
[Fuck, there's even a rich lady involved. What happened next?]
Xu Yanche had finished exposing all of Xu Ziyuan's dirt and felt thoroughly satisfied.
Leaning back in his chair, he looked at the comments.
"Can President He cook? Mm, he can blow up a kitchen."
He Qing: "..." There was absolutely no need to bring up this kind of embarrassing history, thank you.
Xu Yanche leaned against He Qing's shoulder and lazily watched the screen.
"Why didn't you let me watch President He change clothes during the livestream just now? You shut the door right away."