Mr. Ji's words sounded like a deafening thunder to Huang Cuihua, making her whole head buzz.
"No, it can't be as serious as you said, right? That's illegal," Huang Cuihua said.
"Ha, you still know it's illegal? When you were slandering Jiang Pan Die, did you ever consider whether it was illegal? Her fan base is huge, I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on that. Ha, now you are somewhat of a celebrity, too. Walk down the street, and people will recognize you as a rat crossing the street." Jee Guan said with a sneer.
The more Huang Cuihua listened, the more panicked she became. She had seen similar things on the internet, like when a girl said during an interview that 'players of DNF are dead fat guys,' she was outed, and the outcome was tragic.
"Mr. Ji, you've got to help me out here..." Huang Cuihua said.
"Help? I've already helped you, put your face on the article's border. Now I'm also like a clay Buddha crossing a river, unable to help myself, so you just wait for death!"
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