"No need." He smiled slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "She can handle it herself."
His darling was becoming more and more formidable; she didn't need him at all. Thinking of this, it did make him feel a bit down.
After setting up such a grand scheme, it all came together perfectly in the end.
"Send a few people to protect her," Bo Yimo gently sipped his red wine, the red liquid staining his lips, making them look even more alluring.
"Yes, young master." With so many haters, no matter how formidable Young Madam was, they couldn't be too careful.
...
Fengyun Studio had already received numerous threat letters, even fake bombs, grenades, and some had even sent poop—basically, anything you could imagine, they'd send. As a result, they were quite nervous whenever they saw a package these days.
They threatened Fengyun Studio's management to freeze Tong Yan and stop her from further embarrassing herself.
