? A question mark silently formed in her mind.
It wasn't that Lin Siqi had a problem; she thought *you*, Zhang Beixing, were the issue.
She glanced over the tags—messier than American gender classifications—then at Zhang Beixing's "what's-the-big-deal" expression.
Lin Siqi's mouth twitched. You call *this* posting a video?
"Lao Zhang, do you have beef with Douyin's content moderators?" After a moment of silence, Lin Siqi looked at Zhang Beixing and said gravely.
Hearing her words, Zhang Beixing was taken aback. He looked at her with astonishment and said, somewhat bewildered, "Sister Qi, how did you know? I have a massive feud with that Douyin moderator. Last time, he blocked me for no reason and wouldn't let me post my video. It drove me mad!"
Lin Siqi's mouth twitched again. "Is there a chance that maybe *you're* the one who messed with the moderator first?"
"Look at all these tags you've got; are you trying to fry someone's CPU?"
