Powerful, Can Meng Xue Be Compared to Si Fuqing? (2)

Nian Yi'an pressed his lips together, "Is there any news? Can I see it?"

His deskmate had indeed reminded him that he should download some social media apps to keep track of his cousin's latest updates.

Handing over her phone, his deskmate allowed him access.

After scrolling through all the Weibo posts, Nian Yi'an took a deep breath, his fists clenched tight.

His spine cracked audibly, a surge of heat intensifying within him.

"What was that noise?" his deskmate asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, you must have heard wrong," Nian Yi'an replied, his gaze narrowing into a captivating smile, "Do you have time to help me with English and Literature?"

"No problem," his deskmate agreed instantly, amused by the notion. "Since you're a male fan, I'll help. Oh, I have to go to the fan forum and mention I know a male Mousse. But you're not exactly a rare species; our Qingqing has plenty of male fans."

Nian Yi'an: "..."