108 Explosive Combat Strength

“Sister Lan, now that you mention it… I think it makes sense.” Qian Meiqi nodded. “I have looks, money, and a hot figure too.”

“So, just do what you have to do. Just treat this as a joke. If you’re serious, you’ll lose.” Le Yao smiled.

“Alright then, but I must register a burner account to fight with them. I have nothing to do anyway,” Qian Meiqi said and hung up.

Le Yao shook her head and continued to scroll through Weibo. She realized that there were really a lot of night owls. In just one night, more than a thousand people participated in the discussion, and there were many familiar IDs. She was quite amused to see this. Then, she used her new cell phone number to register a new Weibo account and participated in the discussion.

Previously, Han Binglan’s account was all about Nangong Jue. She didn’t want to use it.

Yan Zimeng’s fans were very crazy. They were all reminding their idol and clamoring for Han Binglan to die and quickly divorce Sir Jue. However, many rational netizens still felt that this matter was probably not that simple.

Netizen [Kali]: I’ve had it with Yan Zimeng’s fans. If Sir Jue really liked your idol, he would have confessed his love in a high-profile manner long ago, right? In the end, there was no movement for so many days. Looking at this photo, why do I smell green tea?

Netizen [YaYa]: Previously, they said that Sir Jue and Han Binglan were divorced, but so many days have passed and there’s still no divorce certificate. Could it be that a certain someone made this up?

Netizen [Grandma Not a Grandma]: You don’t know anything and you’re spouting nonsense. All of you are really enough. What are you doing? You’re saying that we’re bootlickers, but what about you? You’re quite smug about supporting Yan Zimeng? Don’t you use brains to chase celebrities these days?

The comments of the three of them quickly received some support. However, Yan Zimeng’s fans swarmed over and quickly drowned the three of them out. All kinds of nasty words were thrown at them as if they were free.

Unexpectedly, these three people’s combat power was off the charts. They started a verbal battle. Their typing speed was superb. Just as a comment was posted, their reply immediately came.

They would argue with whatever Yan Zimeng’s fans said.

They fought like this for half an hour, but there was no sign of defeat. Many of Yan Zimeng’s fans fell silent.

Le Yao was amazed. She had to repost and like such powerful netizens.

However, she used a new account and her name was Lele Yaoyao. It was not verified, so no one knew that she was the actual person involved. They all thought that she was just a passerby.

Le Yao didn’t mind. She liked and reposted those who supported her and was very busy.

“Baby, are you going to spend the New Year in the toilet?” Qiao Qiao couldn’t help but ask from outside.

“Coming.” Only then did Le Yao realize that she had been in the toilet for an hour. It was already past eleven. She hurriedly got up and walked out. “I know you’re hungry. I’ll cook immediately.”

“No, I want to say that didn’t you say yesterday that you were going back to the West Mountain villa today?” Qiao Qiao glanced at Le Yao. “Look at the time. Are you going back for dinner?”

Le Yao suddenly slapped her forehead. She had actually forgotten about this. Yesterday, Han Guosheng had specially come to look for her. Today, Cui Li was here. She hurriedly turned around and went into the bathroom to wash up. Then, she changed into sportswear. “Qiao, make do with lunch. I won’t have time to make it for you.”