Hamoden swept the barrage of comments with a cold gaze, her lips curling imperceptibly.
"Who is the president of the fan club? Get rid of her for me!"
Her voice spread throughout the venue, amplified by the microphone in Yao Qing's hands. Her Chinese was not perfect, but very clear.
An Ru's legs felt weak as she looked around, finding everything to be incredibly surreal.
Just a second ago, Yao Qing had been beaten down like a drowning dog…
And the next, it seemed everything had spiraled out of control.
Before the live stream could recover from her reckless talk, she had snatched the microphone from the host's hand.
"Ahem! Many people are curious about who my Muse is. I have treasured her for years and didn't want anyone to know."
"But since some low-life has dared to trample on my Muse, I have no choice but to step up and set things straight."
Over the years, she often frequented Beijing's upper echelons and had picked up a bit of their accent.