Not long after, Yao Panpan posted a message on the official Weibo of Shen Qing’s fan club: Yeah.

It's really just a "hmm" and a period.

"Oh my god, didn't Sister Qing ask you to clarify? Who can understand what you posted?" Xiaopang asked Yao Panpan to come out and play, and now they are eating together.

Yao Panpan glanced at him, the disdain on her face very clear: "Country bumpkin, you're obviously not from the circle. Forget it, I won't tell you, you won't understand even if I tell you."

"Of course I wouldn't understand if you didn't tell me." Xiaopang leaned over and whispered, "Just tell me."

Yao Panpan looked at the number of views. In just a few minutes, the Weibo post had over a thousand likes and many comments.

"Anyway, that's the way things are in the industry right now. Celebrities can't be too obvious when it comes to what they say. They need to be vague and leave room for imagination. Got it?"

"To put it bluntly, it's just a trick. You have to pretend."

"Get lost, I'm just stating a fact. Besides, with Sister Qing's personality, a 'hmm' response is perfectly normal."

"Oh—that makes sense!"

Yao Panpan rolled her eyes at Xiaopang, then lowered her head to continue reading her Weibo messages.

"Look, this is Teacher Gu's Weibo, right?" Yao Panpan was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the most popular comment with the most likes under the Weibo post.

Xiaopang also paused: "I think so."

The person with the ID "GT of Shen's Family" posted a picture of a man's hand with distinct joints. A small silver ball was strung on the red braided rope on his wrist, making his skin look like jade.

Soon, there were over a thousand comments under this comment.

[Oh my god! I'm Shen Qing's college classmate, and I've seen the exact same bracelet on Shen Qing's hand!]

[I'm Shen Qing's high school classmate, and I've been wearing it since high school!]

[GT, a family man.]

[Shouting from afar, the original wife is out, mistresses, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, go! Push him out of his position.]

…

Shen Qing only found out about this after seeing the screenshot of the Weibo post sent by Yao Panpan.

She walked out of the building and immediately saw the man and car parked in the yard.

The man leaned against the car door, looking down at his phone. The pink and purple rays of light fell, forming a faint halo around him, hazy and completely enveloping him.

"Qingqing." Hearing the footsteps, the man raised his head, and his originally expressionless face was suddenly filled with a smile.

"Yeah." Shen Qing responded lightly.

Gu Ting narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, and touched the red rope.

"Do you know what happened on Weibo?" Gu Ting waited for the girl to get in the car, then leaned over to fasten her seat belt.

"Yeah." The girl glanced at him, then looked into his eyes and answered.

Her eyes were big and bright, like a cool spring in summer, with stars and the moon printed in them, and the moonlight and the water light blended together, indistinguishable from each other.

Gu Ting was stunned for a few seconds, closed the car window, and then lowered his head to kiss her.

The girl put her arms around his neck, which greatly stimulated his nerves, and the originally gentle kiss became more intense.

I don’t know how long.

"Well... I'm hungry." Shen Qing held his shoulder and spoke in a low voice with a slight gasp.

Gu Ting was stunned for a moment, then smiled, reached out to comb the girl's hair, and said gently: "Okay, let's go home now."

As soon as he entered the house, Gu Ting went into the kitchen to cook dinner. Shen Qing curled up on the sofa, picked up the computer, and looked at the email sent by Dr. Zeng.

Dr. Zeng: I don't understand this part. Could you explain it to me, please?

Shen Qing glanced at the weapon drawings below, circled a few places with colored handwriting, and asked him to look at them himself.

Dr. Zeng: Could you be more specific?

[No such person found: I'm busy.]

Then, Gu Ting's voice came out: "Qingqing, you can come and eat now."

Shen Qing didn't care about Dr. Zeng's life or death. He closed the computer and walked towards the dining table with a "click".

Dr. Zeng: …