Simple-minded netizens are the easiest group to incite.

Sometimes, it is just out of a simple sense of justice and enthusiasm for gossip that they get riled up by a piece of "dirt," spontaneously attacking the "bad guy" they believe to be at fault.

At this moment, Gu Qiusha has unfortunately become that entertainment industry "villain," accused of using her seniority to suppress newcomers.

Unforgivable to slander such a deeply affectionate and pure good man like Mr. Wu!

One trending topic after another explodes.

Gu Qiusha has been cursed out for three generations of her ancestors.

Even the incident with Gu Shiyin’s alter ego "Shen Ying," where she forced Shen Ying to admit plagiarism and leave the industry, has been dug up again, serving as evidence of her "oppressing others."

Whether Shen Ying plagiarized is no longer important; netizens are more focused on how Gu Qiusha has always been successful at oppressing others.

At this moment, Xi Zuzi’s dormitory is filled with people offering advice, but all are at a loss.

Xi Rubao: "I say we should do a livestream and confront him openly! Have everyone weigh in and judge right on site!"

Wu Qianman shook her head: "No, this issue can’t be clarified with words alone."

Xi Langyue: "Or maybe Uncle could send him a lawyer’s letter, warning him not to speak recklessly, just to intimidate him?"

Gu Yuzhi: "That won’t work either. Resorting to legal action is generally the best approach, but without evidence, even a lawyer’s letter is powerless."

Gu Qiusha looked frustrated: "Yes, without evidence, we’re helpless even if we’re unjustly accused. What should we do? Are we really going to lie down and let him ridicule us?"

"Knock knock. Knock knock."

The sound of knocking at the door caught the attention of the crowd deep in thought: "Who is it?"

Xi Zuzi raised her hand slightly, and the door opened in response.

"Xiao Sha, you might need him."

Following Xi Zuzi’s calm words, the man strode in from outside, a casual smile on his lips, and directly sat down on Xi Zuzi’s bed.

The crowd: "Fourth Master?"

"Nangong Mo?"

Why has he come?

Hasn’t Xi Zuzi always been somewhat cold and distant towards him?

Faced with skeptical looks, Nangong Mo remained indifferent, his gaze fixed only on Xi Zuzi, as if well-prepared, he spoke:

"No need to overthink it; the best way to handle this is to retaliate in kind. He escalates online, then you escalate tenfold. If he complains, you cry out a hundred times louder."

"Miss Gu doesn’t have evidence, but does Mr. Wu have evidence? If he claims baselessly that you’re airing his dirty laundry, then you also exploit the situation to make his dirty laundry even more explosive."

"Bear in mind, rather than who set up who, netizens are more eager to see who cheated, who had an affair, who got embroiled in scandals."

"In short, muddy the waters first."

Nangong Mo spoke confidently and directly to the crux of the issue, turning the skeptical looks into admiration.

They were previously too caught up on how to refute the opposition, worrying about making the counterattack legitimate and refined, but had reached no conclusion.

Instead, Nangong Mo’s simple and direct retaliation seems exhilaratingly feasible.

Even Gu Yuzhi pursed his lips, grudgingly admitting: Truly, a businessman’s methods differ!

But he couldn’t help but point out: "How do we escalate against him online? Buy trending topics too? Wouldn’t that be presenting him with evidence?"

As a lawyer, there’s nothing more fearsome than unfavorable evidence falling into the opponent’s hands.

Nangong Mo raised his chin, not looking at him, keeping his eyes on Xi Zuzi: "Have you forgotten my identity?"

Your identity?

"Aren’t you the President of the Nangong Group..." Just as the crowd started to speak halfway, they suddenly realized something—