Chen Yan opened the comments with a popcorn-eating mindset and checked them out one by one.
How to put it.
These comments really opened Chen Yan's eyes.
They were filled with all sorts of novel, absurd, strange, and even incomprehensible national curses, yet one could still understand what they meant.
The internet slang used inside made Chen Yan, once a master of such language, feel somewhat ashamed.
In any case, most of them were at the level where they would be blocked or turned into asterisks right after being written.
While reading, Chen Yan couldn't help but laugh.
Sometimes, the pleasure of crushing your opponent wasn't as good as watching your opponent self-destruct, then being beaten by the onlooking crowds, one punch at a time, one kick at a time.
As he was watching, Chen Yan felt it wasn't enough, so he simply hugged Yang Rou tightly and pulled her into his arms, continuing to watch while holding her.
