"You little bastard, it's all your fault. Now I can't even enjoy strolling down the street."
After running a few hundred meters, Song Yaling stopped, and with a hint of annoyance, she spoke softly.
Song Yaling was really upset at this moment because she knew she would never be able to enjoy shopping peacefully again.
Because she might be recognized at any moment.
Hearing such complaints, Hu Xiaobei turned his head. After briefly glancing at her voluptuous figure, he muttered softly.
"Sister Song, you can't blame it all on me, right? It's your fault for performing so well before. If you hadn't been so outstanding, you wouldn't have so many fans now."
Glancing at Hu Xiaobei's bitter face, she pouted angrily, "You bastard, are you blaming me now? If it weren't for you pushing me into hosting back then, I wouldn't be so passive now!"
Sensing this righteous indignation, Hu Xiaobei realized that reasoning with her was futile...
