Song Qingwan's voice cut off abruptly, then pitched up again:
"Holy shit, since when did my idol become a gigolo?"
The old man and Lu Junhan were silent for a moment before saying, "…You have an idol?"
"What's with those faces?" Song Qingwan rolled her eyes at them,
"What? Is it illegal for a forty-something auntie to chase stars?"
She spoke righteously:
"You have no idea how popular Qu Sinian is in the entertainment industry right now. Every drama he does is a classic, he's won so many awards his hands are sore, and his looks are totally off the charts. Most importantly, he looks exactly like my ex-boyfriend who died, like, eight hundred years ago. I just can't figure it out—how did my male god, in his own daughter's heart, turn into some gigolo?"
As she spoke, Song Qingwan's face was full of displeasure. She directly pulled out her phone:
"No way, I have to tell Qu Sinian. I absolutely refuse to let anyone smear my male god's reputation, not even his daughter!"
"..."
