Chapter 12 - 007: Take Action Instead of Quarreling!
"Yi Luowa, take a look at what Third Master just posted on Weibo," Yuan Hang walked in, phone in hand, looking excited.
"Not interested. All he ever posts are tabloid stuff, what serious business could he have?" Tong Airui looked disgusted.
"What if there's a goddess like Westa in it? You still wouldn't look?" Yuan Hang waved his phone in front of Tong Airui's face.
"His feed is just a collection of plastic goddesses." Tong Airui closed his eyes in boredom.
"This one's absolutely natural, and it's the one you've been dreaming about day and night," Yuan Hang teased. "The moment she strapped on her Wind Fire Wheel, she sped off to the capital!"
Tong Airui opened his eyes and glanced at the phone screen. The next second, his squinted eyes widened instantly, "That little brat!"
"I knew you'd be interested," Yuan Hang handed over the phone to him, smirking as he sank into the couch and began peeling an apple.
"Weren't fans only supposed to take one photo each during the event? How did the two of them manage to take so many?" Tong Airui kept scrolling furiously through the screen, which was full of photos of that little brat with Mi Chenshuo. Pouting faces, peace signs, squinting eyes, scrunched noses—every pose synchronized perfectly between the two of them.
"If Third Master is happy, taking a hundred photos is entirely possible," Yuan Hang chuckled, slicing the apple into halves. Just as he was about to hand a piece to Tong Airui, he saw him post a vomit emoji under the Weibo post. Yuan Hang grabbed the phone away in a panic, "Don't be like this! This is posted from *my* Weibo account—if you leave that up, I'll be drowned in Third Master's fans' spit later!"
"Drown then! If you dare delete it, I'll throw you into the ocean. That'd be a quicker death anyway," Tong Airui retorted, glaring coldly at Yuan Hang.
Yuan Hang's finger trembled as it hovered over the delete button. He looked up to see Tong Airui smiling mischievously at him. With a resigned sigh, he took a big bite of the apple before reluctantly handing it to Tong Airui, "Here, happy now?"