Feng Yi realized the seriousness of the situation at four o'clock in the morning.

The country is not as open as it is abroad.

In some aspects, there are still many people who cannot accept it.

For example, take Qin Mo and Fu Jiu as an example. If these two people are ambiguous, they are okay, but if one of them really likes men, then some fans will inevitably be rejected.

In addition to this incident, the number of posts is too large.

Everyone who is involved in the Internet knows that in the entertainment industry, there are people who specialize in raising black fans.

These black fans will attack as long as they are hired.

What Feng Yi got angry about is who did this!

Someone can definitely make a profit from this matter!

The only active measure that can be taken is to say hello to the big v first and don’t change.

But in the face of interests, some people care about what they think about, and they can just touch on the topic.

It's seven o'clock in the morning.

The bad messages were completely uncontrollable and broke out on the official Weibo account.

Some people from the small team started to disturb the water. What's so disgusting? How could there be such a person who likes men?

Someone else wrote the content like this: "If I ask me to disband the group of spade fan groups, I won't disband. Anyway, someone will add it."

The translation is that she wants to continue to use the popularity of Z Spades to deceive people. However, some people have no judgment and cannot understand the situation at all. Those who are not upright are quibbling that they have not used the popularity of Z Spades. However, the evidence is obvious. Their group was built in the name of Z Spades, and many people were deceived and added.

Since the morning, Feng Yi's phone call has never stopped. He asked him if the matter on the post is true. Is Spade Z really a bend?

Feng Yi's wrists still did not make the situation worse.

But he knew very well that this matter was not going well.

What calmed him down was Qin Mo's call.

"What's going on?" Qin Mo's voice was still very light, but compared to light, there was a layer of chill inside.

After Feng Yi controlled the situation, he said: "Someone broke the story of Xiao Hei Pao chasing a man in school, and some comments accused him of many things since he joined the Imperial League team, and asked to give the Imperial League team a peace of mind."

"Then tell them that the Imperial Alliance team belongs to Qin's family, not to anyone of them." Qin Mo looked indifferent and was ruthless: "The Imperial Alliance will always have a place for spades, and we will live and die together."

Feng Yi paused: "You really have to be so tough?"

Qin Mo didn't say anything, and even through the phone, he could feel the cold breath.

Feng Yi understood what Qin Mo meant and moved his throat with difficulty: "I'll go and issue a statement now."

"It's not just about making a statement." Qin Mo's eyes seemed to be filled with thick black fog. When the black windbreaker was rolled up, it made him look very similar to his character in the game, the Scythe God of Death: "This time, everyone involved was caught."

Jiang Zuo listened to Qin Mo's phone call and raised his eyebrows: "Is this why you came to me for tea early in the morning?"

"Yes." Qin Mo's eyes were cold: "Where is the person?"

Jiang Zuo sighed: "You call me at 7 o'clock in the morning, and I'll get you covered."
Chapter completed!