C432 The Face-slapping Between Fans

"Self-destruct sockpuppet, that's all?" A Dung Yi scriptwriter's sockpuppet, before the water could even splash out, was gone just like that?

That's it?

"What else?" Dung Xiuhan wasn't really in the entertainment industry to begin with, and if he hadn't hyped himself up during the red carpet, no one would have known him at all