"Mr. Bo, the most fatal part is, Xi Langyue's fans claim they are rational fans, they talk evidence, and they swear that Miss Xi and the Xi family's DNA test report will soon be posted, with black and white proof that Miss Xi is a fake heiress!"
Wei Yang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
He's not worried about those saliva-spitting keyboard warriors on Weibo, what he's afraid of is real evidence coming out, that would be impossible to hide, and Miss Xi would be truly miserable.
Having the reputation of a fake heiress, how could she face others at school in the future?
Saliva could drown a person.
Bao Gucheng remained unusually calm: "The DNA report hasn't even come out, and they already know the result? So brave to guess, why don't they predict when they'll die?"
The tone seemed indifferent.
Yet it sounded terrifying!
The subtext was simply saying, if you don't go die, I'll send you to die!
Wei Yang: "..." Sir, your words are really harsh.
