Weibo was in an uproar.
How long had it been since there was such a nationwide frenzy?
Ever since Xia Weibao got pregnant and half-retired, it seemed like everything online had gone calm.
Now that there was finally another nationwide trend of dragging a celebrity to the gallows, those black keyboard warriors who'd been pent up to the point of hormonal imbalance finally found a way to vent!
So the keyboard warriors charged and hacked away, their momentum even more terrifying than soldiers going to war in ancient times.
Gunpowder smoke everywhere, signal fires blazing.
No need to even mention how vicious the cursing was.
Zhuang Xuejun felt annoyed and simply turned off her phone. She leaned back in the chair, right forearm laid across her brow, eyes shut, making it impossible to read her emotions.
Han Luoqi was very worried. He gently held the hand she'd rested on her thigh. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Zhuang Xuejun didn't speak; she just felt utterly exhausted.
