Slap!
"Slut!"
A palm slammed on the office desk, and with a snap, a crimson fingernail broke off.
Du Feixuan let out a startled cry, clutching her hand and going pale.
"That bitch, thinking she can get off scot-free with a gif? With her tiny fan base, she really sees herself as the Queen, as if everyone has to notice her?"
Du Feixuan looked dissatisfied at her agent, Hu Feiran, "Sister Hu, couldn't you have held back the tech team a little? They verified her so quickly?"
If only they could have delayed it a bit, by the time Ye Wan's gif was released, there would already be an overwhelming amount of negative press.
"Alright, my ancestor..."
Hu Feiran appeared completely at ease, "Ye Wan has only got her looks, what else is there for her to compete with you, huh?"
"What you're wearing is G's haute couture, and her outfit is just considered nicely designed at best. Can it compare to yours?"