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Chapter 663

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Huo Xiang looked at his second older brother, who was obviously going to stir up trouble. For some reason, he suddenly felt melancholic.

Huo Tingrui was a lawyer, so he had a wide network and social circle. Just like the incident on Weibo today, he had responded to the call and easily controlled the public opinion.

As for him … it was precisely because he had brought his sister to the show that she had been attacked by the keyboard warriors today. Even when he had posted an explanation on Weibo, not only did it not help, but it also caused him and his sister to be attacked by the public.

Compared to Huo Tingrui, he felt like he was no different from FW.

Huo Xiang sat quietly for a moment before he asked solemnly. "Brother Tingrui, do you need me to do anything?"

Huo Tingrui was still thinking about how to deal with the Lu family. When he heard Huo Xiang's voice, he instinctively raised his hand and waved it off. "Oh, it's fine. Just be a little princess."

Huo Xiang went speechless. "..."

*

By the time Huo Yao went upstairs and returned to her room, Min Yu had already hung up.

She gave him a call back.

Huo Yao pulled out a swivel chair and sat down after the call went through. She said, "Are you here to comfort me?"

Min Yu raised his brow and asked her. "Have you seen what happened online?"

"I did a rough filter." Huo Yao leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. She said calmly, "But the netizens seem to have a problem with me. They even hacked my Weibo account."

Min Yu went quiet for a few seconds. "... I'm glad you weren't affected."

Huo Yao blinked. "Do I look like the kind of person who can't take a blow?"

Min Yu chuckled softly. His robe was loose at the collar and his black hair was messy. He looked abstinent and seductive. "Nope." He paused before he added casually. "Your foster parents might have something to do with what happened online."

"Uh huh. As expected," replied Huo Yao calmly. Her exquisite eyes were devoid of any emotions.

It was getting late, so they did not chat for long. They hung up after exchanging a few more words.

The next day, Huo Yao went to school. The moment she entered the classroom, she sensed that her classmates were looking at her differently. However, they did not look hostile.

They were still studying, so the moment she sat down, a classmate in the front row turned around and asked her excitedly. "Huo Yao, are... are you really Lucky's little sister?"

The moment he finished his sentence, the surrounding classmates turned to look at her with complicated expressions on their faces.

"Countryside Life With My Family" was the most popular program at the moment. Eighty percent of the students in the class watched it, and at least half of them were fans of Lucky and his sister. A while ago, everyone was trying to find out more about the masked girl.

It was one thing for them to not be able to uncover the truth after a few weeks of digging, but the truth was right in front of them. If it wasn't for the news that was exposed on the internet yesterday, they might not even know the truth until they graduated from high school.

Huo Xiang Xiang's music. Not only did they fail, but they also found out about it. Min to to, Huo Xiang's, Huo, Yu, way, and said. Ling. to her, she, way.

Huo Xiang's music style was not the typical romantic songs. Instead, it was rock and roll. It had a unique style and had a strong sense of healing.

Most of his fans were youngsters, especially students. Huo Xiang was known as the purest idol in his fans' hearts.

Hence, the moment Huo Yao said this, the female classmate who was about to ask questions instantly shrieked in excitement. "Ahhh! I want it!"

"Me too!"

"Me too..."

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