[I actually support An Lan. Otherwise, if everyone who makes a mistake just kneels down and apologizes, what's the point of having laws? It doesn't cost him a thing, and he won't learn a lesson. Besides, An Lan already said he's given Zhao Ziming a discount.]
[What loss? Isn't it just whatever An Lan says?]
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Online, opinions varied, but in the end, there were more sensible people, and the public opinion didn't fully support Zhao Ziming as he expected. It didn't force An Lan and Huo Zhanting to not hold him accountable due to internet pressure.
At this moment, Zhao Ziming, staring at his phone in his rented room, was closely monitoring the public opinion. Seeing the lack of support, he angrily threw his phone onto the bed and cursed softly.
These idiots who can't achieve anything but mess things up.
Relying on netizens is worse than relying on myself.
Zhao Ziming's eyes darted around, grabbed his phone, and quickly typed a line of words with his fingertips.
