Pei Shuyu wasn't really dumb; she was just dazzled by Su Huai's manipulations.
Once she stopped obsessing over the details, she quickly found what seemed to be the theoretically correct response.
"Fine! You're smart, you're amazing. Since I can't make heads or tails of it and can't be bothered anymore, I might as well not earn that 300 yuan from adding you on VX. Now I'm sending you my VX, you make good on the photo, and that's that!"
Pretending to be angry, she tapped away at the keyboard and, soon enough, Su Huai's private message box contained a new mix of letters and numbers.
Even though a new female broadcaster's WeChat wasn't typically worth much, Su Huai's acquisition process was far too smooth.
Moreover, her very intimate and coquettish demeanor immediately set a rhythm on the public screen.
Flying Sky typed sarcastically, "How much did I tip before you gave me your WeChat?"