His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 729 Instagram permissions, right? Sister will give them to you.

Chapter 729: Chapter 729 Instagram permissions, right? Sister will give them to you.

Chapter 729

[Not only is Lance Lawson a hit-and-run dog, but he’s also a double standards dog! Mount Inferno’s new song starts with a piano, and he says Mount Inferno plagiarized him! When others use his standards to compare his songs with some older songs and find many similarities, he says it’s just common melodies and arrangements, and there’s no plagiarism. I’m just... ugh... (referring to a plant)]

[I’m so pissed! This bastard Lance Lawson has set his Instagram to private, and I can’t even curse him out there! Those who cursed him before have all been deleted by him! But he encourages his dumb fans to curse our brother on his page, and when our brother deletes the comments, he says our brother is guilty! When it comes to himself, he thinks it’s only fair! I’m so f***ing mad!]

The comment above received a high number of likes and replies.

The public was very angry because they couldn’t comment or curse back.

They could only watch helplessly as the Janus-faced person went wild!

Seeing this, Chloe Collins was a bit annoyed.

She put down her phone and took out her computer.

Instagram privacy settings, huh? I’ll give it to you guys.

At the same time, Alexander Foster upstairs was also looking at his computer.

He put on his glasses, looking elegant and refined.

However, his nimble fingers were rapidly tapping on the keyboard.

At the Wesley’s house.

The sound of tapping could also be heard in a bedroom on the second floor.

A minute or two later, Chloe finished her task and started watching a movie.

After the movie, she was sleepy and turned off the computer, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

But Robert Foster couldn’t sleep anymore.

He was struggling with his words to confess to his parents in the bathroom, taking an hour before he finally came out.

As soon as he came out, he received a call from Albert Vahn.

He reported to him on the progress of resolving the Lance Lawson incident.

Albert Vahn was laughing as he reported, unable to speak clearly as his voice was filled with laughter.

"Mr. Boss, let me tell you, somehow Lance Lawson’s comment section was suddenly opened, and now he’s being cursed to death. None of his fans dare say a word. Moreover, I don’t know who dug up his dark history. This guy had no face before and was repeatedly punished in school. No one wanted to play with him. And oh, he seemed to have been monitored. Suddenly, there’s a recording of him and his friend online. Guess what, he posted the recording himself! I...ahaha..."

"What’s weird is that, after that recording, another recording was posted, and it was him going crazy like he didn’t know why his Instagram was acting that way. He said someone was manipulating his Instagram, and he even cursed Instagram’s boss...hahaha..."

Albert Vahn laughed so hard that he couldn’t speak, as if he was going to laugh his voice away.

It sounded very exciting. Robert immediately hung up and went online to see for himself.

As Albert Vahn had said, Lance Lawson was furiously slapping his own face, creepy and hilarious.

His Instagram was set to private, so you could only comment if you followed him.

Then, any comment left on his side had to support him. If anyone cursed him, they’d be deleted immediately!

These two points made many people furious.

But just over an hour ago, those privacy settings were gone, and Instagram was in a completely open state.

No more only showing posts within half a year, and no more needing to follow before commenting. Moreover, everyone’s comments were shown.

As soon as you open the comment section, it’s all cursing at him.

Moreover, many people were cursing him in his own tone.