Qiao Lan returned to the dormitory in anger, making a loud noise as she washed up and knocked over the bottles and jars on the table.

Obviously, she had seen the new video.

It's typical of her to dislike me but not be able to get rid of me.

As if to retaliate against us, she started the live broadcast at 6 o'clock, earlier than before.

I'm not angry, how can I refuse voluntarily provided material?

I quietly set up my phone, adjusted the angle, and started a live broadcast directly.

She was live streaming her daily life.

As soon as the broadcast started, the barrage began to grow. My account audience is different from Qiao Lan's fans; they are all young people who like to watch the excitement.

Gift effects occasionally flew across the screen.

By the end of the night, I estimated that I had earned quite a bit.

This time, Qiao Lan had fast internet speed and immediately discovered that a marketing account online had intercepted clips of the live broadcast to mock her.

She once again blocked me in the dormitory, making sure there was no one else in the room before confronting me.

"Gu Jianjian, are you sick? Is it fun to go against me like this?"

I looked at her and said lightly, "It's quite good. If you're making money, I can also get a share. Isn't that interesting?"

With that said, she became even more angry. "You're making money off me and still saying that? Your face is really thick."

"Yes, indeed, it is not thin."

I followed her words, making her fist feel like hitting cotton, soft and non-aggressive.

"You deserve to have a bad face!"

It took her a while to blurt this out.

Since losing the alcohol-based lotion, I have been treating my skin with the gentlest methods, and my face has improved a lot, leaving only acne marks that will heal over time.

"Bad face?" I found it funny. "Do you want to look in the mirror and see whose face is worse!"

My words hit her sore spot instantly, and she lost control of her emotions, pointing at me and cursing.

"Gu Jianjian, you're really despicable. I shouldn't have added alcohol back then..."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly covered her mouth.

"Alcohol..." I sneered. "You finally admit that you added alcohol to my skincare products."

"I didn't." She turned her head away, her voice clearly revealing guilt.

"Qiao Lan, do you dare to admit it? It's really contemptible."

Qiao Lan couldn't resist the provocation and blurted it out.

"Fine, since there's no one else now, it was me. It doesn't matter if you're unhappy."

She suddenly relaxed and sneered at me, "Your face has a few small acne marks, and that's what led to my fate."

I chuckled.

"Qiao Lan, you're really despicable. Has your self-esteem developed to the point where you have to destroy others' looks to feel comfortable?"

"You pretend to teach me how to cure acne on the surface, but behind my back, you boast to Momo about your naturally good skin, not like my bad face. She told me everything; I almost fell for it."

Qiao Lan glared at me.

That was something I hadn't expected.

"Did Momo tell you that? That I was boasting about my good skin in front of her?"

She snorted and didn't answer anymore.

"I have a clear conscience about this matter. All the methods I taught you to cure acne were genuine methods I used in the past. There was no deception. As for Momo's relay, I can guarantee that I never had any intention of mocking or ridiculing you. As for why Momo conveyed it that way, you'll have to ask her."

Qiao Lan remained arrogant. "You can say whatever you want now."

I remained calm in tone.

"Whether you believe my explanation is up to you, but as for you..."

I said, "I must get to the bottom of the fact that you poured alcohol into my skincare products."

Qiao Lan was momentarily flustered.

"You were the one who accused me first."

I ignored her.

If this matter were to be discussed further, she would only repeat these two sentences back and forth, which would be meaningless.