Lu Shaochen: “Honey, could you help me boost the numbers and vote for me in this round of the Most Popular Male Lead poll? Give me one of your precious five votes, okay?”
Lu Shaochen gazed at Zhuang Dairong with tearful eyes, looking utterly hopeful.
Zhuang Dairong: “Oh, you’re asking even me, your ‘anti-fan,’ to vote for you? You should know that you’re a grown-up idol. You need to boost your own numbers and vote for yourself. Don’t wait around for your fans, and definitely don’t rely on me, your ‘anti-fan’!”
