"Come, drink some water to calm down." Bo Xiao was amused by An Rao's angry expression.
An Rao gulped down a glass of water. She was clearly furious by the comments online and threw her phone aside. "A group of keyboard warriors!"
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's not lower ourselves to the level of a keyboard warrior." Bo Xiao raised An Rao's chin. "Don't be angry. What do you want to eat later?"
"I want to eat hotpot. The weather is cold." An Rao rolled into Bo Xiao's arms. "Don't let my manager know. Otherwise, he'll say that I won't lose weight and won't look good on camera."
"Anyway, it doesn't matter if you lose weight or not." Bo Xiao was halfway through his sentence when he faced An Rao's threatening gaze and changed the topic. "You're equally good-looking."
"Hmph." An Rao rolled proudly in Bo Xiao's arms.
On Weibo, the fans had already started a new round of public opinion because of An Rao's words.
