Liu Han said, "Didn't you never like cleaning your mailbox? So I've been cleaning the mailbox in your apartment. About a month ago, a letter would arrive every week. You know, because there have been a lot of incidents of haters hurting people in recent years, I didn't dare let you touch those unknown things, so I read it in advance. After finding that the letters were all one-sided expressions of feelings, I was afraid of affecting your work, so I didn't say anything. Anyway, they're just some weird fans."

"Wait, you peeked at my letter???" Feng Guang seized on the key point in her words.

"What do you mean by peeping?" Liu Han slapped Feng Guang's head with an air of dominance. "I'm doing this for your own good. Have you forgotten what happened a few years ago when a hater pretended to be a fan and gave a member of a boy band a drink laced with glue, almost ruining his voice?"

"Could someone have smeared poison on my letter?"

"Hmm...that's a feasible method." However, before poisoning any big stars, the postmen were poisoned first.

Feng Guang stamped her foot, "Sister Hanhan!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just worried that some haters might write some extreme comments that could hurt your feelings. You've had so many engagements lately, I'm just doing this as a precaution."

Feng Guang knew that Liu Han was doing this for her personal safety. Since her debut, Liu Han had been her manager, trying every means to make her extremely famous. It was impossible for him to want to harm her.

She decided to temporarily skip the question of Liu Han reading her letter and said with a pout, "Look, this letter has now been sent to the hotel. It was sent half a month ago, which shows that the person who wrote the letter knew that I would be checking into this hotel in half a month. But this is something that even the paparazzi didn't know. This person... is too terrifying."

“I’ll arrange more bodyguards to protect you recently. You can’t be alone outside the film set. The person who wrote the letter doesn’t seem like a hater, but rather a die-hard fan. However, this kind of person is much more terrifying than a regular hater.” Liu Han pulled off her face mask, letting Feng Guang see the worry on her face, proving that she wasn’t just talking without understanding the situation.

Feng Guang thought for a moment, "Sister Hanhan, give me all those letters. I want to see what he wrote. Maybe I can find someone to help me and see if I can find any clues."

“I threw those letters away a long time ago. They’re probably lying in some junkyard now. Our whole crew is here, so don’t worry. The person who wrote those letters wouldn’t dare to come here and harass you.”

Why does this sentence sound so much like a threatening gesture?

Feng Guang realized that no matter how strong Liu Han was, she wasn't omnipotent. She said with dissatisfaction, "You're not allowed to peek at my letters anymore. Even if they really are from haters, I'll accept it myself."

"Hey, you little brat, are you blaming me now?" Liu Han poked her forehead with her index finger. "I'm doing this for your own good."

"Hmph, I don't care. You just bully me because you're older than me." Feng Guang pouted, said angrily, and then turned and left gracefully.

Liu Han put the face mask back on and said wearily, "I work so hard every day, isn't it all for you, you little brat?"

Liu Han returned to her room, closed the door, tidied up, and lay back on the bed to get her beauty sleep. However, not long after turning off the lights, she vaguely felt that there was something behind the curtains.

She had the windows closed, so there shouldn't be any wind, but now the curtains are moving...

Liu Han didn't dare to get up and stayed in bed all night, which resulted in her having two big dark circles under her eyes the next day.