Chen Yin glanced at it, took the cup in his hand, but did not intend to drink, instead, he said somewhat helplessly, "These netizens really have nothing better to do, why are they so concerned about me and Miao Miao!"
The word "concern" was spoken by Chen Yin with great emphasis, almost through gritted teeth.
Rob's cold gaze slowly swept over the comments. The netizens' comments were actually quite restrained; they did not blindly praise Miao Miao nor did they solely criticize Chen Yin. However, the word "mismatched" was almost reflected in every comment.
"Should I have someone control the comments?" Rob hesitated to suggest this, but it knew Chen Yin would definitely refuse. Sure enough, Chen Yin sighed, shook his head, and did not accept the suggestion.
