Hera was quite satisfied with the comments below, which were all unique yet subtly revealed a sense of unease.

However, the next comment caught her attention.

[Please do not panic. This image has been verified by professionals as a forgery. Please do not take it seriously.]

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[Holy crap! Night Star official account, then it's alright, you scared me half to death.]

The fact that the official denial has come out seems to have only intensified my anxiety...

Upon seeing this comment, Qin Fengfeng's heart sank. When she opened her private messages, she indeed received several official messages.

It even contains Gu Gongming's operating account!

[Woman! You have one day to delete this post immediately!]

Qin Fengfeng panicked and looked at Hera for help, "Hera! What should I do? Am I going to die?!"

Hera remained calm. "Resign and go to the company that just hired you."

"Huh? But... what if the authorities check my information and come to my door..."

"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Hera gave her a reassuring look. Although Qin Fengfeng was still very scared, she could only trust Hera now.

"Then... let's go together, and you can continue to be my assistant, okay?"

Hera nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

Qin Fengfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but was also touched. He hadn't expected Hera to stay by his side like this.

The two hailed a taxi and headed directly to the newspaper's media company.

"On the beach of that mountain, on that beach, there lives a group of Smurfs~?"

While sitting in the car, Qin Fengfeng's phone suddenly rang, startling her.

When she answered the phone, she discovered it was her boss.

"Hey, Fengfeng~ Why aren't you back yet? Did you see the news you posted? You're really famous now. When you get back, I'll give you a promotion and a raise, and you'll get your year-end bonus too."

"Hey, good job, old man..."

Qin Fengfeng was about to happily agree when she suddenly remembered that she was about to resign and move to a more prestigious company, so why should she still have to put up with this guy's attitude?

I remember the wages that were withheld, the days I couldn't take leave even when I had a fever, and the humiliation of being scolded by my boss for not meeting performance targets.

A surge of anger welled up inside me.

"Hey, Fengfeng, say something!"

"Go to hell, you greasy bastard! You scumbag who's been divorced twice!"

Qin Fengfeng's angry outburst not only startled the boss, but also surprised Qin Fengfeng herself, who was taken aback by the vicious words she uttered.

"Hey, what kind of talk is that? Do you want to quit?!"

"I quit a long time ago! If it weren't for that little bit of dirty money, I wouldn't want to see you for even a second!"

After saying her last words, she angrily pressed the hang-up button, and only after a long while did she let out a long sigh.

After the tension and panic subsided, an unprecedented feeling of comfort followed.

"That feels good..."

She leaned back in her seat, having just finished a very tiring and demanding task, closed her eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

Hera glanced at Qin Fengfeng, who had fallen asleep immediately, and then leaned back in her seat, slowly closing her eyes.

However, Hera doesn't sleep; she just suddenly remembered something.

If you want to affect the entire Night Star organization, simply making the building a target of public opinion is not enough.

Hera quietly placed her hand on the car window, then awkwardly tried to pull it down.

"Sister, do you want to roll down the window?"

The young female driver, sitting in the driver's seat, saw Hera's adorable antics through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Mmm." Hera withdrew her hand from the glass and nodded to the female driver.

The female driver smiled again and rolled down the window for Hera, who then reached out and put her hand outside the window.

"Hey, you can't stick your hand out, you'll get points deducted!"

The driver hurriedly reminded her, but Hera remained unmoved.

The entire hand broke off at the wrist like a lizard's tail, fell off the speeding car with a thud, landed on the road, and then quickly regenerated.

After doing all this, Hera withdrew her hand and leaned back in her seat to rest with her eyes closed.

The hand that Hera discarded rolled over a dozen times on the road due to inertia before finally coming to a stop.

Hera's palms were facing upwards, and her five fingers were struggling like her legs.

After struggling for a while, he finally found the trick, and with a forceful push of his fingers against the ground, his entire palm flipped over and his five fingers landed on the ground.

A peach-colored eye grew from the arm, darting around.

Watching the cars speeding by and occasionally brushing past her, Hera leisurely walked towards the roadside with her five fingers in a limp, unsteady gait.

As a result, he was accidentally hit by a speeding car and thrown onto the zebra crossing, landing at the feet of an old man.

An elderly woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, sensed something approaching her feet, so she squinted and looked closely.

"Oh my, whose dog is this? It's so well-cared for."

"Come on, suckle! Let's cross the road together with Grandma."

Hera rolled over twice, stood up, glanced at the old woman who was treating her like a puppy, thought for half a second, and calmly followed her across the street.

"This little dog is really intelligent; it can even understand what I'm saying."

Seeing that the 'puppy' had actually followed her, the old lady smiled broadly and began to cross the road with difficult steps.

"Oh dear... Although my son has made a lot of money and brought me here to enjoy life, it's really boring for an old woman to be alone at home."

The old woman seemed to have found someone to confide in, and she talked to Hera as she walked.

"Let me tell you, about six years ago, I was neighbors with a soldier."

At this point, the old lady smiled.

"That child always had a cold face, as if the world owed him something, but I knew he was a good child."

"Oh, right, I even gave him dumplings before. I think his name was... Sun Hai."

Hera paused for a moment, but quickly resumed her normal movements and continued crossing the street.

"It's a pity that he died so young. His family was irresponsible and didn't want to take care of him at all. But the people in the army are very kind. I heard that they arranged for him to be placed in a martyrs' cemetery, which seems to be in this city."

"Oh, right, let me see if you have a collar. If you're a stray dog, the old lady can put it on you..."

But when the old lady bent down to look at the puppy, she found that the 'puppy' at her feet had already left.

His face, etched with the marks of time, paused for a moment, then gave a helpless smile.

"Never mind, never mind, let's go home and make dumplings..."

The old woman, her body hunched over, carried a large bag of vegetables and walked unsteadily toward home, her back view looking both weathered and lonely.