From now on, everything about you will be arranged by the company. You will just be a puppet, bah, nothing."

Liu Yunru walked away with her waist swaying.

Jiang Jian knelt on the ground with his body hunched, unable to recover for a long time.

He raised his head and stared at the direction Liu Yunru left, his eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred so thick that it could draw blood.

The thought of fighting to the death lingered in my mind for a long time.

If you really give up on me... then let's die together...

…………

Jiang Jian’s Weibo post was deleted and the comment function was turned off, leaving netizens with no place to watch the show.

There is no other way, I have to do it myself. After a while, an entry was popped up.

# Jiang Jian sleeping powder #

[Stingy, throws away the rice bowl if he can't eat! ]

【Oh my god, I can’t eat the melon, I’m itching to eat it! 】

[I think Jiang Jian’s actions are already confirmed. He even deleted his Weibo and disabled the comments. He must be feeling guilty.]

[Where are Jiang Jian's fans? Come out and tell us whether he slept with you or not!]

[Mad, I'm no longer a fan. Why wouldn't he sleep with me? Is it just because I'm a man?]

Liu Yunru looked at the rising popularity of the entry with a dark expression. While suppressing the popularity, she sent a brief clarification using the company account.

Shengrong Media's official V: "Please don't misunderstand, the information is false. Do not believe or spread rumors. We will reserve the right to pursue legal action against Ms. Jiang Wan for her defamation of our artists."

Jiang Wan commented: "You're so anxious, you're so anxious! If you want to see the excitement, come to my Weibo and follow me. There's a big news coming!"

Jiang Wan sent the call log with a wicked smile:

"Tsk~ I didn't expect I had the potential to be a marketing account."