Ye Chen quickened his steps back to his seat, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Song Xiaoxiao, with a hint of jealousy, said, "Ye Chen, you must be really happy to have gained so many female fans all of a sudden, aren't you?"
A strong wave of jealousy hit, as if a jar of vinegar had been overturned.
"What do you think?" Ye Chen didn't answer Song Xiaoxiao's question directly but threw a question back at her.
Song Xiaoxiao thought to herself that he must be secretly delighted, yet he wouldn't admit it, which was really uninteresting.
Ye Chen didn't want to entangle with the girl too much on this issue; it really wasn't necessary.
Seeing that Ye Chen remained silent, Song Xiaoxiao stopped speaking, although she was quite unhappy in her heart.
Ye Chen's female fans were so overwhelmingly enthusiastic that the annual meeting couldn't continue.
