Ever since Liu Yang was released, she has been staying at home with her cell phone turned off.

Liu Yang's anti-reconnaissance ability was very strong, which further proved that she and A Lian were connected, and their relationship was not ordinary. However, Jiang Ranran had plenty of patience. She believed that as long as she kept waiting, A Lian would definitely find a flaw.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Ranran can deal with the issue of high-quality imitation products.

Based on the evidence previously obtained, Jiang Ranran held a press conference and prepared to announce the evidence one by one.

At the press conference, Jiang Ranran once again faced a crowd of media, with cameras and video cameras snapping away at her delicate face, as if they weren't going to stop until they dug out some headlines from her.

"Ms. Jiang, last time you said you would investigate the matter of the rotten face thoroughly. Is this press conference to announce the results?" A reporter was afraid of missing the opportunity to ask questions, so he threw out the most pointed questions right away.

Jiang Ranran smiled faintly, "Yes, I will definitely do what I promised everyone. Although I haven't found out the final result, I have obtained some evidence."

As she spoke, she announced the evidence she had risked her life to obtain one by one and displayed it on the big screen.

"This is the small workshop I found that's making high-quality imitations of our products. This is also the shipping address they provide to consumers. For those whose faces don't have blemishes, the shipping address should be our company, but for those whose faces have blemishes, please check your own purchasing channels."

Jiang Ranran's words immediately caused an uproar, and some reporters immediately raised questions.

"Ms. Jiang, are you trying to shift the blame onto the consumers?" The reporter's attitude was very rude. When he asked this question, he had already determined in his heart that this was what Jiang Ranran meant.

Jiang Ranran didn't expect that her efforts to prove her innocence would be misinterpreted in this way. She was about to explain when Gu Tingchen rushed up without saying a word.

Gu Tingchen snatched the microphone from Jiang Ranran's hand, his tone icy and suffocating, "Reporter, if your Chinese is not good, you can go back to elementary school and continue to learn reading comprehension."

The reporter was completely exhausted by Gu Tingchen's scolding, but Gu Tingchen had no intention of letting him go.

"As a journalist, you should look at issues from a completely objective and fair perspective, not distort the facts. I don't think your qualifications are suitable for being a journalist. I will call your company and ask them to reconsider your position."

This domineering scene of protecting his wife stunned the reporters present. If they wanted to ask any more questions, they had to think carefully.

Seeing that no one in the audience was willing to continue leading the rhythm, Gu Tingchen gave up, returned the microphone to Jiang Ranran, and coldly said, "Go on." Then he turned and walked off the stage. His back was cold and straight, giving people a sense of dignity that no strangers should approach him.

As expected, the following questions were much friendlier. The reporters were no longer aggressive, but insisted on believing that Jiang Ranran would find out the real murderer and give an explanation to the consumers.

As soon as the press conference ended, Jiang Ranran immediately received a call from An An, "Ranran, are you free? Come out for a drink?"

An An's voice sounded a little tired and she seemed unhappy.

Jiang Ranran was a little worried, but she agreed without hesitation and made an appointment with An An.

Arriving at the coffee shop designated by An An, Jiang Ranran saw An An sitting far away by the window, staring blankly at the traffic outside the window, as if something was on her mind.

Jiang Ranran walked up to An An, but An An didn't even notice until Jiang Ranran knocked on the table lightly, and then An An woke up from her dream.

Seeing Jiang Ranran, An An deliberately put away her solemn expression and forced a smile, "You're here, sit down."

Jiang Ranran took a sip of coffee, his eyes filled with worry for An An, "I see you seem to be worried? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

An An glanced at Jiang Ranran and gave a wry smile. "I lost a lot of fans before. The company asked me to delete the previous video and then post another video that criticized you. I didn't agree, so they proposed to terminate my contract and took back my account. I lost my job."

The thing Jiang Ranran was most worried about happened. She grabbed An An's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I got you into trouble."

When saying this, Jiang Ranran's face was full of guilt. If it weren't for her, An An wouldn't have lost the account she had painstakingly managed for so long. Those millions of fans were all her hard work.

"This is none of your business. It's my own choice. I just feel a little reluctant to let it go. After all, it's something I worked so hard to build, but now it's all gone. I'm back to square one, and I feel a little lost." An An patted Jiang Ranran's hand and forced a smile.

Jiang Ranran felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. She held An An's hand tightly and refused to let go. All she could think about was how An An had supported her. They had never met before, but An An trusted her very much and had never stepped on her from the beginning to the end.

How could Jiang Ranran not cherish such a friendship?

Jiang Ranran gently stroked An An's hand and encouraged her, "It's okay, An An, the account is gone, we can create a new one. I believe in you, and those old fans who love you will definitely come back."

She said this, but An An looked at her with a confused expression.

An An sighed, took out a medical certificate from her bag, handed it to Jiang Ranran, and sneered bitterly, "Misfortunes never come singly. My body and spirit are broken. How can I manage the account?"

Jiang Ranran quickly glanced at the diagnosis, which actually showed that An An was diagnosed with depression.

Holding the diagnosis, Jiang Ranran's hand trembled slightly. She confirmed it again and again, and finally had to accept the reality. She looked up at An An and asked, "When did it happen?"

An An sighed, "It's been several months, since I was cyberbullied."

At this point, An An stretched out her wrist, which had a shallow scar on it, and said, "I tried to end my life, but I was afraid. I didn't have the courage."

Jiang Ranran only felt that the scar was very glaring. On the snow-white and smooth skin, there was a winding protrusion like a small worm, which made Jiang Ranran unable to bear to look at it any longer.

"Why are you so stupid? No, you can't live alone like this anymore. Move into my house tonight and I'll take care of you." Jiang Ranran ordered firmly.

After she said that, An An's face was full of surprise. She didn't expect Jiang Ranran to care about her so much.

But An An was still a little hesitant, "Is this really okay? Won't it disturb you?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ranran directly took An An's hand and said, "It's nothing wrong. Don't bother me. Just come with me." She took An An out of the coffee shop, thinking in her heart that she must make An An happy and be her best friend for life.