"Your big fan is inhumane. He threw out 10 million and forced a lottery to paralyze Weibo." Xue Yu's face was full of exaggerated fear.
Yun Xiangxiang couldn't be bothered with Xue Yu, who was a drama queen. Although she couldn't go on Weibo at the moment, she knew that the only person who could do this was "Your Prince."
Suddenly, she called out "Your Prince." Yun Xiangxiang thought of something and immediately took out her phone to call Song Mian.
Song Mian had just finished washing up and was about to have breakfast when his phone rang. He picked up, "Why are you calling me at this time?"
"It's like this, I have something to tell you. There's a guy on Weibo who claims to be from a rich generation. He spent a lot of money on me. I think he has designs on me. You should kill him." Yun Xiangxiang sounded a little worried.
Song Mian: "..."
