Even setting aside friends, anyone in the industry who knows Xia Wan and Zhuang Yan knows how much Zhuang Yan has fawned over Xia Wan over the past three years.

No matter what happens, he's always there when you call. He never lost his temper while dating Xia Wan, and after they moved in together, he became an excellent stay-at-home husband, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning... he was incredibly attentive to every detail.

If it weren't for Zhuang Yan's good point that Xia Wan is such a difficult person to please, they would have broken up with each other long ago.

The claims that he's a scumbag who frequents nightclubs, cheated on his girlfriend, made Xia Wan a cuckold, and used emotional abuse are utter nonsense.

It's normal for netizens not to know; do you think Xia Wan wouldn't know?

Even An Xinrong, who had always disliked Zhuang Yan, felt that this online backlash was inexplicable and even felt indignant about it.

Why doesn't Xia Wan go online to explain? Does she really not care about Zhuang Yan at all? But last night when they were playing Truth or Dare, she specifically called her to ask Zhuang Yan those questions.

An Xinrong bit her finger and looked at her watch. The insults people were using online were so vile, it almost blinded her.

She stood up and made a phone call to Xia Wan.

She wondered if Xia Wan would be able to answer her call right now, and just as she was thinking that, the call went through.

"Hello."

An Xinrong immediately said, "Wanwan, I am An Xinrong."

"Weren't you recording a show? Where did you get a phone to call me?"

"I secretly brought a smartwatch with my phone, don't tell anyone. Wanwan, I saw the trending topics online. Zhuang Yan is being attacked by the whole internet for all those baseless accusations. Do you want to say a few words to defend him? I think netizens will listen to you."

Xia Wan asked, "What's going on online?"

Doesn't Xia Wan know? An Xinrong emphasized, "It means that when he was with you, he went to nightclubs and cheated on you... He was quite good to you when you were together. He was a well-known simp. How could he possibly cheat on you and do those things?"

Xia Wan was silent for a moment: "Are you worried about Zhuang Yan? What does his business have to do with you? Why are you so concerned?"

An Xinrong was stunned by the three questions in a row: "Don't you care about Zhuang Yan?"

Xia Wan scoffed, "Why should I care about him?"

"But you called me last night and asked me to ask him for you..."

"I don't want to talk about what happened last night. I only asked you to ask about those things because of the script arranged by the production team. I'm not interested in it!"

The cold tone and cold words made An Xinrong's heart tighten for some reason. She was angry, angry for Zhuang Yan. After realizing this, she couldn't believe it herself.

Unexpectedly, one day she would actually get angry at Xia Wan because of Zhuang Yan.

An Xinrong took a deep breath: "You've been with Zhuang Yan for so many years, don't you have any feelings for him at all?"

"No, I don't care about him. An Xinrong, if you still consider me your best friend, then pay less attention to Zhuang Yan in the future, and stay away from him on the show."

An Xinrong gripped the smartwatch tightly, unable to believe that Xia Wan would be so indifferent.

At first, she suspected that Xia Wan was behind the online rumors and smears against Zhuang Yan, in order to divert attention from last night's events and make Zhuang Yan take the blame.

Then I thought again, after three years of being together, even a dog would be tame, so Xia Wan probably wouldn't be so heartless.

Now, a phone call and several conversations have unanimously confirmed this, leaving An Xinrong deeply disappointed.

"It seems you really dislike Zhuang Yan."

Xia Wan said in a deep voice, "Yes, I hate him, so as a friend, you have to hate him with me. Let it go today, but if you speak up for him in front of me again next time, then we don't need to be friends anymore."

Xia Wan's attitude was cold, and if you listened carefully, you could feel the threat in her words. In Xia Wan's view, friends are those who share the same hatred; if I hate something, you can't like it either.

Xia Wan's decisiveness stemmed from her certainty that An Xinrong didn't want to lose her as a friend. After all, An Xinrong was unpopular; people in this circle, to put it bluntly, were snobbish and looked down on her. An Xinrong was the second oldest in the An family, with an older sister and a younger brother; she was the neglected one, meaning she wouldn't even get a share of the inheritance. A heiress without real power wouldn't earn respect, especially since she had willingly degraded herself to become a low-level actress.

Xia Wan was the first person to show her affection. He would accompany her to her birthday parties, go shopping, and get beauty treatments. He would send her a blessing on every holiday, and they would have long phone conversations when she couldn't sleep, and they could complain about anything.

An Xinrong knew the most about Xia Wan, Gu Qian, and Zhuang Yan because Xia Wan would take the initiative to tell her, and the two of them could talk about anything.

They are each other's best friends, and best friends wouldn't betray each other for a man.

An Xinrong unconsciously bit her lip until she felt the pain before letting go: "Okay, I promise you, I won't ask about you and Zhuang Yan anymore, and I will stay far away from him from now on."

“Xinrong, I had no choice but to do many things. Zhuang Yan’s reputation is bad now, and I’m telling you to stay away from him so that you won’t be implicated.”

"I know." An Xinrong suddenly lost the desire to continue the conversation and just wanted to hang up the phone as soon as possible.

"Xinrong, I'm recording here too. I'll keep watching your live stream."

Xia Wan's voice was gentle, and you could sense that her mood had improved.

An Xinrong's body stiffened, and a cold sweat inexplicably broke out on her back. Her scalp tingled. She looked at the camera that was hidden by her clothes and felt as if there was a pair of eyes growing there.