"Yes, that's right... These netizens are just bored and messing around. They have no insight and haven't seen you or those few in person. Why should they organize such a rating activity?"
Tom Nelson quickly agreed with Mr. Wellington as he saw him getting angry.
But inside, he was actually stifling a laugh, feeling a bit schadenfreude.
Hahaha... Could he say that he thought that rating activity was particularly fun and super awesome?
Even he had logged into Twitter with a dummy account to cast a vote anonymously.
"Since they are ignorant and clueless, why are they even doing ratings..."
Dylan Wellington's face fell, his handsome and charming almond-shaped eyes slightly drooping, "Looks, physique, family background, abilities... tell me, based on these qualifications, how can those four compete with me? This rating is nothing but the product of netizens' schadenfreude, enjoying the spectacle of blowing things up."
Mr. Wellington was angry, very angry.
