In the room on the third floor of the small house, Casar leaned against the chair behind him, his legs resting on the stool.
He was holding a metal-sheathed lighter in his hand. The mechanical cap clicked in his hand before it was pushed open.
The light blue flames flickered and then extinguished.
"Are you saying that it was done by a fan?" He stroked his chin with his slightly rough fingers. He was asking the other person in the room, "is this person that powerful?"
At this moment, Xiao Ken had a towel on his shoulder. His hair was half-dried and still dripping with water.
His skull's ear studs were shiny.
He was sitting by the bed, holding a phone in one hand and scrolling through the comments.
"Anyway, that's what the netizens said. She seems to be a powerful tycoon, but she's a woman. We don't have to worry."
Casar finally snapped the lighter cap back on, and the light blue flame was extinguished.
