Ling Sheng, who was not asleep, was scrolling through Weibo. The moment she saw the news, her entire world collapsed.
On Weibo’s hottest searches, her father’s popularity had risen by a million and the number of discussions he was mentioned in had exceeded 100 million. This was expected when it came to a superstar who could cause an earthquake in the entertainment circle.
If he said he was number one, no one would dare to call him number two!
But what was happening?
Had the media gone mad?
Her scandal with her father was simply the biggest joke in the world!
However, her interest was piqued when she saw the comments.
Those who came to watch the show arrived immediately. Those who tried to explain and control the backlash were part of Huo Ci’s Little Cis.
As an evergreen tree of the film industry, Huo Ci had stood at the apex of the entertainment circle for 20 years. That made some sense.
Fan clubs and Buddhist schools both had excellent qualities. As expected of people who had gone through all kinds of storms, none of them started hurling vulgarities. They killed without drawing blood and scolded people without being vulgar!
One word was enough.
She was convinced!
[Little Cis, look here. Don’t be agitated or noisy. The newbie must want to use Brother Ci to cause trouble. The relevant fan-in-charge has already contacted the studio and agent. I believe Brother Ci will reply soon. Please wait patiently.]
[Old Huo’s in a pitiful state. Whenever he’s short of headlines, he will do this to create a sensation. This explains why Ling Sheng’s an artist signed on by Huo Xin. It’s a boss-and-employee relationship. Please learn to read the situation.]
[I’m seriously heartbroken for my Ci. He’s just sitting at home and trouble falls from the sky. I’ll have to trouble those troublemakers to see if their celebrity ranking can even compare, alright?]
[Sigh… There are troublemakers all the time, but there have been plenty this year. Let me ask you something. Didn’t that face slap hurt?]
[Please leave my Ci alone. I’m begging you. My Ci just acts and he’s raising a dog, yet the heartless media keeps reading into random things daily. Doesn’t your conscience ache? Whether my Ci gets married or falls in love has nothing to do with you!]
There was not much to see in the comment section in terms of PR maneuvering and comments made by the Little Cis. It was nothing more than an implication that he was a celebrity with a higher status. How everyone’s hearts ached for Old Huo, who was being used by others to create hype.
What Ling Sheng was interested in was the other hottest topic. The comments below were very interesting, as the Little Cis could not control their excitement and could only allow it to ferment.
#Love and Hatred for Best Actor Huo Ci’s Antique Sports Car#
[First, let me teach you some stuff. The Ferrari F50 was a model released in 1995. It had a limited production run of 349 units and it cost US$550,000. Question: If Best Actor Huo only drives luxury cars that have been produced in fewer than 20 units, why would he drive an antique that’s at least 24 years old? It’s said that 24 years ago, before the Best Actor entered the entertainment circle, he fell in love with a pretty lady. The car was a gift from that lady. Question answered.]
[Ahhh, I’m the third person to reply. The person above is right, but it’s all speculation. I think the reason the Best Actor values this sports car so much is because it must have some special meaning. After all, in the past 20 years, no one has seen another person sit in the Best Actor’s prized sports car. More answers below.]
[The commenter above is talking nonsense. It must have some special meaning. Otherwise, who would drive an antique made twenty-odd years ago? Question: Perhaps the Best Actor is a romantic?]
[The person above has asked some good questions. The Best Actor said last week that he fell in love with a Maserati and brought it home for two days. This week, he got tired of it and sold it. You’re still too young. Humans tend to develop feelings for others and for gifts. That’s why they can’t bear to throw things away and baby them. Fetishism aside, how many people have you met who have feelings for specific items? Question: Why is Ling Sheng the first woman to sit in that antique sports car? (P. S. Little Cis, please conduct yourselves with dignity. Those who scold me will automatically get backlash and suffer from it.)]
Ling Sheng’s interest was piqued, and she wanted to continue reading.
“Get the hell out of here. Look at all of you! Look at this big hoo-ha!” Huo Xiao bellowed.