s and microblogs speaking up against him had deleted their content and disappeared.
Only the fans of the great photographer Tao Feng were still stubbornly pushing against him.

Unable to believe it, An An sent him a message.

[the finest old lady in the world: ???]

[the finest old lady in the world: What’s going on on the internet?! Why did everything change overnight?! Manman, did you do something unspeakable? [Suspicious.jpg]]

[Yu Beiman: …]

[Yu Beiman: I’m sorry to report that I’m still an ordinary commoner; I don’t have the ability to manipulate everyone online…This must be the fate that the fortune teller ordained for me!]

[the finest old lady in the world: …]

[the finest old lady in the world: …Could you introduce me to your fortune teller?]

[Yu Beiman: …]

[Yu Beiman: Feudal superstitions go against science and should not be entertained!]

After not having been online for some time, Yu Le began to clean up his page and notifications.
There were too many people cursing him, but that only made the few sisters who stood up for him stand out even more.

At this moment, a friend request popped up on his WeChat.

[Hello, I am a staff member of Yu Youzhi Star Studio, I am sorry to have inquired about your contact information at will, but we were attracted by your talent and wanted to add you as a friend to discuss in detail.]

The WeChat’s ID was [Yu Youzhi Himself] with a picture of a coquettish man wearing sunglasses.

Why were there so many liars lately? First, someone pretended to be Tao Feng, and now there was someone else pretending to be Yu Youzhi; he really couldn’t catch a break! Was this so common in the fan circle?

After gaping at the friend request for a bit, he clicked reject without much thought other than disbelief at their audacity.

Recently far too many people were trying to add him as friends for no reason.
He wouldn’t be surprised if his information had been leaked online.

In a certain penthouse in Z City.

Yu Youzhi had some much-needed rest today.

He was casually wearing a set of loungewear while he held a cup of coffee that his little assistant had fetched from over two kilometres away.
Staring at his phone with his overly delicate, almost artificially so, face, he looked unhappy.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he began to complain immediately, “Why is it so bitter? Brother Song, did you forget to tell the clerk to add sugar?”

Song Fanba brought out a bag, “I specially asked the clerk to add more sugar cubes separately for you, you can add as much sweetness as you want.”

Yu Youzhi glared at him.

He clearly had long, thin limbs, but was nestled on the sofa at the moment and lacked any will to move, like a puddle that had lost its form long ago.

Staring at Song Fangba, he asked, “Brother Song, it’s been a few days, why haven’t you contacted Yu Beiman yet?”

“… I’m not a professional pimp.”

Not satisfied, Yu Youzhi easily resorted to threatening to gain his way, “Remember your bonus.”

Quickly, Song Fangba went to explain, “I’ve been working hard! I have sent her messages on Weibo and WeChat in the name of the studio, your personal name, and even my own fan account, but she isn’t sparing any of them a single glance! Every single request has been turned down!”

Looking at Song Fangba, who was on the verge of tears as if he was wronged, Yu Youzhi sighed softly, “Brother Song, don’t try and explain, if you can’t do it then there’s no use in making excuses.
Forget it, I’ll deal with him myself.”

Brightening, Song Fangba smiled, “Okay!”

“Also,” Yu Youzhi pointed at the coffee he was holding, “Brother Song, this cup of coffee is disgusting, I can’t drink it.
Go buy me another cup, this time I want a Coconut Latte.”

Song Fangba gritted his teeth, “… I’d be an idiot if I went to buy it for you again!”


Song Fangba quickly got up, “Fine, I’m an idiot!”

Yu Youzhi laughed with a good temper, “Thank you Brother Song, you’re working hard!”


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