"Everyday sigh, Ye Wan is a woman blessed by the God of Fate. This luck, really, nobody can match!"
"Who is this fresh meat? Oh my God, so handsome... I pray that the Y surnamed female star lets him go, she'd better not run to his room and knock on his door at night."
"But that's hard to say. She, from head to toe, has only a face that can be shown off, right? With such a good opportunity, how could she not engage in some bundled marketing? Let's just wait and see, it won't take many days before they stir up a romantic relationship! I bet a bag of spicy strips!"
"Be more generous, don't be stingy! I bet two bags!"
...
Ye Wan had not expected netizens to harbor such malice towards her. It was just a photo from a start-of-filming ceremony, and yet they could think of so much.
But then, thinking about her own initial misunderstanding of Ye Wan, she hadn't been any better than these netizens.
Jiang Yanchi looked at those comments, as if seeing his former shallow and ignorant self.
