What the fuck?
Dude, get this straight. We were together for seven hours, not seven years. How the hell did you recognize me that fast!?
Yin Sufang took a deep breath and was just about to deny it when Wei Ziyun raised his brows. "Hey, hey, hey, don't even try denying it. You're Yin Sufang! I'd recognize you even if you were burned to fucking ashes!"
"..."
Wei Ziyun muttered in front of him while Xuanxuan muttered in his ear. "Hey, hey, Fangfang, what's going on? He recognized you!?"
With his cover blown, there was no point keeping up the act. Yin Sufang hung up on Xuanxuan. His Adam's apple bobbed awkwardly beneath his lace choker as he glared at Wei Ziyun. "You've got the nerve to say you'd recognize me even as ashes? Why didn't you recognize me in the livestream?"
Wei Ziyun still hadn't fully processed the fact that Yin Sufang was Little Soft Peach. Hearing Little Soft Peach speak in Yin Sufang's voice felt bizarre.
"Y-you had your beauty settings cranked up and those heavy filters on in your livestream. The fact that I could tell your washed-out face looked like... my ex-boyfriend was already pretty fucking impressive, okay?" Wei Ziyun started stammering. "What happened? Did FK fire you? You've resorted to making this kind of... this kind of money? Surely not. FK isn't so broke it can't afford to keep you. Besides, even for my sake, Wanting wouldn't fire you."
"Do you think you're that important!?" Yin Sufang didn't dare raise his voice, afraid the creeps watching him would hear his male voice. He shot to his feet. "If you'll excuse me, I'm leaving."
"Wait."
Wei Ziyun grabbed his wrist. "That's not very nice, is it? I'm your 'Eldest Brother,' remember? You were the one who