After a long while, Xiao Qifeng raised his heavy head; his neck was stiff from looking down at his phone for so long.

He rubbed his sore neck and suddenly realized that being a fan is really not easy. You have to know how to control comments and keep an eye on the movements of marketing accounts.

However, he was willing to endure any hardship for Lu Wanzheng.

After a fierce battle among the fans, the haters finally got tired and gave up, surrendering one after another.

This fierce battle ended with a struggle between the fans of each side.

Why do we say "each family"?

This is all thanks to the support of An Ruoning, Ji He, and Xiao Wang's fans; otherwise, with Lu Wanzheng's meager fan base, she really wouldn't be able to beat the haters.

It's just that Lu Wanzheng has so many haters; if each one of them spat on her, it would be enough to drown her fans.

Xiao Qifeng put away his phone, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest for a moment.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes again. The redness in his eyes was slowly fading, and his gaze was no longer as blank as before.

He straightened up, picked up the suit jacket folded on the back of the chair, and walked towards the door. His back looked aloof and cold.

As I stepped out of the company, it was already late. The sky was filled with stars, and moonlight shone through the clouds onto the earth, casting a hazy veil over the land.

Car lights flashed in the distance, horns blared incessantly, and traffic lights changed according to their own natural rhythm.

The road, illuminated by streetlights and car headlights, stretches as far as the eye can see.

The driver had been waiting at the company entrance for a long time. When he saw Xiao Qifeng appear at the entrance, he cleverly got out of the car and opened the door for him.

"Sir, where are we going now?" the driver asked Xiao Qifeng.

Xiao Qifeng remained silent for a moment, then said, "Go to Butterfly Forest Garden."

Die Lin Yuan is a relatively upscale residential community with a high level of security.

Xiao Qifeng just bought a new house there, with a total area of ​​only 140 square meters. The whole house was decorated in the style that Lu Wanzheng liked.

The theme is pastoral, with some Nordic elements added.

From design to decoration, everything was overseen by Xiao Qifeng alone. He never dared to be careless when it came to Lu Wanzheng.

Returning to the empty house, Xiao Qifeng felt a sense of emptiness. When would this house welcome its female owner?

The next day.

Xiao Qifeng picked up his phone and received a message from Lu Wanzheng rejecting his friend request.

In his haste, he immediately made a phone call.

A cold, mechanical female voice sounded in my ear, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off. Sorry..."

It's obvious that he's been blocked by Lu Wanzheng.

The emotionless, mechanical voice kept repeating in his mind, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He has completely lost contact with Lu Wanzheng now.

He dialed Song Zhishu's number.

Song Zhishu, who was still asleep, was suddenly woken up by the ringing of the phone. Filled with anger, he pressed the answer button.

With sleepy eyes, he didn't even have time to look at the caller ID.

Song Zhishu's mind was filled with the thought of giving this bastard who disturbed her sleep a good scolding.

"Hey, which little brat, you bastard, are calling me without even looking at the time? Don't you want a beating?! Unless there's an earthquake, tsunami, or volcanic eruption, don't call me again, or I'll beat you into a pig's head in a minute, so your own mother won't recognize you!"

"court death?"

A voice he knew very well came from Song Zhishu's phone. The voice was hoarse and deep, like a cello, with a very obvious sense of suppression.