After some time, when they saw Wu Pengfei's name again, no one was even interested in him anymore.
Everyone's enthusiasm had long been taken up by other content.
The last time Shi Jin had seen his news was when he had gotten drunk late at night.
She turned back and climbed onto Fu Xiuyuan's shoulder. "So you were behind what happened to Wu Pengfei?"
"Since the flies provoked you, I naturally have to clean up the flies' nest." Fu Xiuyuan's expression was calm and distant.
He rarely meddled in Shi Jin's work, especially when others were competing normally, but Wu Pengfei had crossed the line.
He had touched Fu Xiuyuan's sore spot without even knowing it.
Shi Jin smiled happily, his eyes curving slightly. "Speaking of which, I was thinking of hitting the flies myself, but it's such a dirty and smelly fly nest. It's great that you hit him so swiftly."
