Mingzhuo: "Hey, Yang Juntong is with me right now..."

Before the opening remarks could be finished, the call was cut off again.

Yang Juntong was so angry he almost put his hands on his hips. "Who is it that dares to hang up on me! This is my private cell phone number!"

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At that time, the incense market.

The assistant, Little Fatty, held the phone, looking indignant. "Liar!"

The agent rubbed his temples, not wanting to waste any more time. "You should turn this phone off."

An hour earlier, they received several calls from unknown numbers, initially assuming they were from Yang Juntong's relatives or friends.

Later it turned out that wasn't the case. For some reason, someone had leaked Yang Juntong's private phone number into the group.

Many fans called, some to express their concern for Yang Juntong's health, some to express their love, and others to insult her assistant and agent, calling them inhumane.

They received countless phone calls in that hour and were completely numb.

The key is not to scold him, but to gently persuade everyone not to call. I know you care, but Yang Juntong needs to rest now, so please urge everyone not to call anymore.

Now it's gotten to the point where scammers are scamming people?

This is absolutely outrageous!

As instructed, Xiao Pang pressed and held the power button. Just then, a text message popped up on his phone. He only had time to glance at it before the screen went completely black.

“Brother Jian, that scammer seems to have sent another text message, saying it’s from Brother Juntong…” he said as he recalled.

Before she could finish speaking, the agent heard a commotion in the next ward and rushed over first.

"Something's wrong! Quickly report to Master!" The three disciples guarding the formation had grave expressions.

The jade that had been suppressing the spirit platform began to vibrate, causing the entire magic array to tremble slightly.

Someone is breaking the formation!