[Hahahaha, I'm dying. Tao Miaomiao really is the one to handle a fake innocent bitch like this.]
[Lesson learned. Next time someone tries to screw me over like that, I'm doing this.]
[You'd have to be thick-skinned enough first.]
[Which matters more, your pride or your money?]
[Peel off one layer of skin, and there's another underneath. Once your money's gone, it's really gone.]
[Girl, you...]
[Wait, who is this? Why is she making snide remarks the second she sees Tao Miaomiao?]
[Hang on, did they just say Miss Fu? Could she be Film Emperor Fu's sister?]
[Friendly reminder: they're not related by blood.]
The comments were still flooding the screen, but the scene had already erupted.
Fu Yingying's face flushed bright red with embarrassment. She stepped forward to snatch the megaphone, but Xie Lin nimbly dodged her with a slippery sidestep.
Lu Ye finished his call and turned around, his eyebrows rising at the sight.
He might not know Fu Yingying, but how could anyone giving his wife a hard time be any good?
He strode over and stood beside Xie Lin, his overwhelming presence making Fu Yingying freeze.
Xie Lin's eyes sparkled with laughter as he raised the megaphone and began turning in circles to broadcast his message. Just like a shopping mall loudspeaker, he immediately drew a large crowd.
A young man dressed head to toe in luxury streetwear walked over.
"Really? Then I'll pick something out."
"No, listen to me..."
Another woman, who looked like a wealthy socialite, smiled until her eyes narrowed.
"Not that I'm usually short of a little money, but receiving gifts still makes me happy. Thank you, Miss Fu. You're as kind as you are beautiful."
"I, you..."
A fashionably dressed young heiress swept a quick glance over Lu Ye and covered