"Why do Li Yun's fans trust him so much?"
Lin Fan did not quite understand. They would not even believe the official report. Did they have to hear Li Yun admit it himself?
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"Then I'll call someone and have him say it himself. Then you'll believe me."
He took out a phone and made a call.
A short while later.
The call connected, and a woman's voice came through.
"Are you Li Yun's manager, Qiao'er?"
"This is Qiao'er. Master Lin Fan, do you need something?"
Qiao'er!
Li Yun's pupils contracted slightly. He had not expected Lin Fan to have his manager's phone number.
Although he was not in the entertainment industry, as a pianist, he had many matters that needed someone to handle them.
So he had set up a studio and hired a manager to handle some of his everyday affairs.
Li Yun turned around and looked at the woman on the nearby sofa. "Qiao'er, hang up. Ignore Master Lin!"
The two had been living together all along.
After all, Li Yun relied on Qiao'er to take care of all his daily needs.
"Avoiding this won't help. Let's hear what Master Lin has to say."
Qiao'er did not hang up. As a manager, she believed it was better to face problems head-on.
Constantly avoiding them would only invite negative public opinion.
"You've been by Li Yun's side for years. You know his private life inside out."
Lin Fan said bluntly, "I can cure your mother. All you have to do is tell us what Li Yun has been doing over the past year."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Qiao'er froze. Cure her mother?
Impossible!
"My mother is in a vegetative state. Can you wake her up?" Qiao'er asked in return.
Her mother