Chapter 32: It’s Been 10 Years, The Official Owner Is Back In Business!

She was an official partner of Mo Heng’s studio!

She would occupy his sole attention and energy during the coming days of filming.

The solo fans were both envious and angry. They commented directly on the Weibo post with the most likes: “Where did this wild chicken come from? She actually dared to freeload on our Big Brother’s popularity to make her debut.”

This comment quickly became the rallying cry of the solo fans. The number of likes it garnered went through the roof, exceeding ten thousand.

When Mo Heng opened up Weibo, he saw this comment.

He hadn’t expected his own fans to judge such an innocent little kid like this.

Mo Heng pursed his lips. He was extremely unhappy.

Mo Heng, who had always left this Weibo page to his staff to manage, logged onto his account for the first time and swiftly responded to the comment:

“Tangtang is an extremely adorable, well-mannered kid. I hope you are too.”

“F*ck~” The fans simply couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw his response.

After 10 years, the official owner of the account was finally back in business!

In a short time, Mo Heng’s comment received 100,000 likes. It crushed the hater’s comment and quickly reached the top.

Countless fans shouted one after the other, “Ahhhhh, Big Brother’s first official message in 10 years!!! Now I’ve truly seen it all in my old age!”

However, there were also extreme solo fans: “Ah, what is this? You haven’t logged into your account in over 10 years, and when you finally log in to reply to us, it’s because of a wild little chicken? 10 years of my youth have been fed to the dogs. Goodbye, scumbag!”

Anti-fans and fans of his rivals also stirred up hate.

At once, countless solo fans declared that they had finally seen through Mo Heng, and they immediately disowned him, saying they were no longer fans.

Chen Qiong gave him a phone call almost immediately—

“Darling, don’t you hate using Weibo? What happened today? Why didn’t you let us know beforehand that you were going to post something? My colleagues in the publicity department are going mad. They’re crowding my office right now, and the boss is outside knocking on the door… Asking me to explain why fans are leaving the fandom…”

Mo Heng was worried that the sound of Chen Qiong’s voice would wake up the sleeping babies. So he walked out the door and said calmly, “Sister Qiong, as an idol, I need to set a good example. I can’t turn a blind eye to bad things just because it’ll benefit me! I didn’t say anything wrong today. If anyone dares to delete my comment, I’ll immediately take back my Weibo account.”

Chen Qiong: “…”

“Tangtang is about to wake up from her afternoon nap. I’m hanging up.” Once Mo Heng said this, he quickly hung up the phone. Then, he logged off Weibo and stopped reading the comments.

In the afternoon, after waking up from their afternoon nap, the two children continued their lessons together.

They had art class in the afternoon. Even though Mo Heng sat in the lounge, he could still hear Tangtang’s simple-minded laughter. She was probably having a good time playing.

However, once Tangtang came out of the classroom, Mo Heng immediately felt depressed.

This little kid looked just like a cat who had overturned a paint palette. There wasn’t a single clean spot on her body, and her tiny face was painted in the colors of the rainbow. She was even a little proud as she pointed at a cute heart on her cheek. She said that it was a present for Mo Heng!

Mo Heng: “…”

He looked up and saw Gu Tingwei walking closely behind her. His ironed shirt was full of gaudy patterns. At one glance, it was obvious this was a certain little kid’s “masterpiece.”

Mo Heng awkwardly stretched out his hand and tugged on one of the little buns on Tangtang’s head. “It’s fine if you painted yourself into a cat, but why didn’t you let Big Brother Tingwei off?”

Tangtang really loved the two little buns on her head. That morning, when Mo Heng had tied them up for her, she’d vainly stood before the mirror and admired herself from all angles. Afraid that Mo Heng would ruin her buns, and that her tiny legs were too short for her to shoo his hands away, she stood on tippy toes and stretched out her pudgy hands with great effort, gesturing for him to stop.

Her soft, fair finger touched one of the buns. It was almost as though she was trying to transmit spiritual energy into it. The little kid inhaled noisily as she took a deep breath.

Mo Heng was tickled by her antics.