Just then, Zhuang Luo suddenly walked over to Li Weizhou's side and followed his example.
"Like Weizhou, I will humbly accept all your opinions of us and let them guide our conduct from now on..."
It had to be said that he really knew how to use others to secure the greatest benefit for himself.
His show of standing together through hardship looked like he was shouldering his share of the responsibility, but in reality, he was merely riding the wave of Li Weizhou's carefully crafted image rehabilitation plan to whitewash himself along the way.
But what had he actually done?
When faced with a mob of haters beating them up, he had desperately hidden behind Li Weizhou, terrified that his face might suffer the slightest damage.
When faced with a crisis in his entertainment career, he had eagerly chosen to seek resources through some shady, suggestive arrangement, even if it meant hurting Li Weizhou, all for the sake of climbing higher.
-He truly had taken benefiting himself at others' expense to the extreme.
As the pair's insincere final words faded, the live comments gradually began to shift.
Some "deeply moved" viewers began waving the banner of "nobody's perfect," declaring that if everyone showed a little more tolerance, the world would become a better place.
These viewers also began attacking the other haters, trying to steer public opinion, working so hard they looked like paid trolls hired by some talent agency.
Fortunately, most viewers remained clearheaded and rational. They refused to follow the crowd and firmly stuck with "forgive you, my fucking ass."
At the venue.
"..."
An inexplicably strange silence had settled over the place.
It was odd.
At a time like this, even if the other guests didn't want to clap and offer encouragement, they should at