CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63: BECAUSE YOU LIKE ME

666, Little Fatty lives up to his name. He tweets about food every time; his appetite is really growing.

I’d need two days to finish a box like that. Well done, Little Fatty.

2333, such an unusual celebrity style. It’s the first time I’ve seen this.

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Seeing the comments, Tong Yan nodded affirmatively. Recently, she has been eating less.

When Gu Feng saw the tweet, he twitched his lips and rubbed his forehead, thinking, this girl needs to be a bit more reserved.

He could only send Tong Yan a text: Focus on your acting.

Tong Yan replied immediately: Brother Feng, I’ve been seriously acting, even eating fewer bowls of rice.

Gu Feng was speechless, "Fewer, fewer what? Do you think eating fewer bowls of rice is such a remarkable thing? And have you really eaten less!"

He could hear some sounds coming from a distance.

Tong Yan looked up. A crowd was gathering around a scene.

Could it be that Bo Yimo was involved in some accident?

Without thinking, she put down her phone and ran over.

Turns out, a set decoration board had fallen down, fortunately missing anyone, and none of the actors were hurt.

Bo Yimo stood nearby, calm and collected, hands in his pockets. Despite the casual pose, he carried it with elegance and nobility, standing tall.

Tong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, unknowingly so.

Liking someone, your first instinct never lies.

She thought she had let go, stopped liking him, but feelings can’t be dismissed so easily.

Bo Yimo’s gaze fell on her, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, lips curved with a playful smile, "Worried about me?"

Tong Yan stepped back a few paces, "No way, why would I worry about you!"

Such a coward!

"Because you like me," Bo Yimo said with a serious smile.

Tong Yan was momentarily speechless, where did he get such mysterious confidence!

Shameless!

She gave a huff, turned around and went back, sitting on her bench again, seeing her phone screen still lit.

Huh, did she not lock the screen just now?

Tong Yan wasn’t concerned, assuming it was her oversight, she lowered her head and continued scrolling Weibo.

As soon as she opened it, she froze.

Her latest Weibo post was a bed photo—a woman with a bare back lying in bed, hand resting on an equally naked Qin Yikuo, captioned: Qin Yikuo, I still like you.

The woman’s face wasn’t visible, so it couldn’t be proven it was her, but it was posted on her Weibo account, which made things troublesome.

Ignoring the comment section exploding with activity, Tong Yan calmly analyzed.

Hmm, this woman’s body isn’t as good as hers; it’s obviously excessively photoshopped, the waistline distorted, skills need improvement.

Qin Yikuo’s physique isn’t great either, so easy to knock him down, she must’ve had crap in her eyes before.

After looking through it, Tong Yan sighed deeply.

If there was a BGM, only one song would fit: How lonely and empty invincibility is.

Tong Yan remained composed, while Gu Feng was on the verge of going mad, the phone calls were nonstop; the problem was he had no idea what was going on, every reporter calling asked first about Tong Yan and Qin Yikuo’s rekindled romance, and what’s up with the Weibo?

In the end, he could only turn off his work phone.

Gu Feng had a bad feeling inside, quickly logging into Weibo, seeing that post, immediately exploded, gritting his teeth and yelling out: "Tong Yan!"

Even filming a drama can lead to trouble, just wait until he gets his hands on her!

His face was so dark it scared his little assistant silent.

Mommy, Brother Feng is terrifying, she wants to go home!