As someone who kept up with the trends yet was down-to-earth, Ike especially liked to mingle with everyone. His fans had always affectionately called him Little Ike, Little Keke, and so on.
Ike was tall and had the typical mixed blood. He had a tall nose and long legs, and his fair skin and thick lips didn’t take away from his handsome, masculine appearance.
He could make girls cry.
Ike replied: [No, this is for a photoshoot. The big shot who initially had an agreement with my friend suddenly wouldn’t rent the venue to us for the shoot. I don’t know why. However, my friend isn’t someone who likes to lower her head and beg, so she just made a set herself. What do you think? It looks good, right? Do you need me to take a few more photos for you? *hehe*]
Intentionally or otherwise, Ike talked about the big shot who suddenly broke the agreement.
Many people asked who was it who was so dishonest and actually went back on their word. [I f*cking hate people like this the most. So what if you’re rich? You think just because you’re high and mighty, it’s fine as long as you give a refund? Then, why bother agreeing at the start? Disgusting.]
[Little Ike, hurry up and tell us who it was. In the future, no one will work with him. Let whatever he owns go rotten. Let him experience what it feels to have no choice but to humble himself and beg others to work with him. Hmph!]
[D*mn, I’m about to explode with anger!]
Many online users were full of righteousness as they crucified this person on the pillar of shame!
Little Ike had been very unhappy, and when he heard Lu An’s words, he felt all the more that it wasn’t their fault. Why did they have to go back and beg the other party for help?
It wasn’t like they had no choice. Why couldn’t he toughen up a little?
However, Little Ike didn’t have the guts to say who the Count was.
Furthermore, the Count was already awesome from birth. Even if he purely enjoyed life and didn’t work, he probably still would never need to beg for help at all.
To prevent people from making more guesses and getting himself into trouble, Little Ike quickly changed the topic.
He had only been complaining a little.
He knew what he should and shouldn’t say.
Very quickly, everyone was focused on Little Sister Lu, who had built the palace.
[Oh my god, it was actually built by a little girl in one night? One night??]
[My scalp is numb with shock!]
[Is this kid trying to defy the heavens? Where is the venue? Can we go and take a look?]
The online users clamored.
Little Ike replied: [In order not to affect the shoot, I won’t disclose who the creator is or where the place is. However, I might be able to tell everyone later, as long as I get her agreement first.]
[Okay, okay.]
Everyone understood.
There was no lack of talented and low-key people in this world.
They respected the other party’s privacy. Although it was unavoidable to feel regret, the other party had no obligation to entertain them.
However, they still felt good.
They hung around and clamored for Little Ike to upload more photos, especially the details.
[So this is what a Chinese Yixing clay teapot looks like?]
[I really can’t believe this is actually painted paper mache.]
[She must be a genius at drawing! This thick ink and color is amazing!]
[Little Ike, hurry up and take a few more photos. This isn’t enough!]
…
Little Ike, who was still enthusiastically taking photos for his fans, suddenly received a comment —
[Which big shot is so dishonest? Tell me and I’ll ban him! Also, if you don’t mind, you can have your friend come to my palace to do the shoot. This is the Count of Mount Louis.]
“Ergh!!!”
Unexpectedly, it was him!
Look at this big VIP account; wasn’t this the Count himself?!
It was said that the Count of Mount Louis often hung out on this particular app, and he also shared a lot of interesting things.
Most online users thought that he was a laidback and just Count; he was also young and handsome. However, this didn’t stop him from being a person who didn’t keep his word. Hmph!
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you, you stupid Count!
Little Ike really wanted to point at him and scold him.
But…
Alright.
He didn’t have the guts!
Little Ike immediately went offline, pretending that he hadn’t seen the message. Then, he earnestly watched Lu An’s shoot.
Lu An had just finished with her makeup and had changed into the first hanfu outfit which Fourth Brother had meticulously designed for her.
She had gotten ready under the large awning that the photographer and makeup artist had put up on the side.
The traditional hanfu was made from beautiful silk and had exquisite patterns on it!
It was a unique and beautiful outfit!
It fit the little girl perfectly. She had a small waist, long legs, and a beautiful aura. She was elegant and graceful, and her little face, which didn’t need any makeup, was stunning enough. Perfect!
“Sure enough, Haohao’s products are definitely top quality!!”
Little Ike turned into a fan and couldn’t stop with his praises. He hurriedly wanted to take more photos and upload them, but thinking about what happened earlier, he settled for just admiring Lu An. Hold back! He had to hold back!
Hold back!
And if he really couldn’t do it?
Pretend that he didn’t have a phone!
…
Five minutes after sending the message, the Count of Mount Louis frowned.
What was going on?
This uploader had clearly been so lively a moment ago, so why had he suddenly gone silent?
Was he pretending not to see the Count, or was he treating him like a liar?
The Count suppressed his emotions and sent a few more messages, reiterating that he could help.
In the end, they were like stones thrown into the sea. It seemed that this uploader had already gone offline?
“Hey!”
The Count let out a long sigh. He still wanted to know which young lady was so awesome, and if he could go over and watch!
He was about to carefully look for other ways to contact Little Ike — after all, this person was very famous internationally.
However, before the Count could do so —
[Hey, hey, if I’m not mistaken, it seems the Count replied just now?]
[Given how much Little Ike likes online comments, would he suddenly go offline and not reply?]
[Comrades, I have a bold guess!]
[Say, doesn’t the Count live in a palace? Also, it just so happens that he also lives in a palace. So, don’t tell me…]
[I didn’t say anything! I don’t know anything! My mother called me home to eat! Goodbye, everyone!!]
The online users who seemed to have understood something were instantly alarmed.
