But looking at the number of fans on Zhang Fan's Weibo, a smile overflowed on Bai Xi's face.
All of these are resources!
Having Weibo fans and popularity, if Zhang Fan were to start a business in the future, these would definitely be of great help!
Bai Xi glanced at Zhang Fan squatting on the wall and rolled her eyes.
Forget it, let him be, each generation has its own luck.
Zhang Fan and the others had stopped horsing around. Ouyang Feng and the guys washed their faces and lay in the courtyard, eating fruits and watching the flame wars on Zhang Fan's Weibo.
In the end, the tone of the "face-slapping squad" changed immediately following Zhang Fan's comment, "Brothers and sisters, let's stop the ruckus."
"Zhang Brother, when will you live stream again?"
"Zhang Brother, when will you organize a gathering?"
"Exactly, I missed out on the hot pot last time!"
