Zhu Xiaorong, holding the newspaper and crying, walked over to Xia Yangyang, "Boss, what you wrote is so touching, although I know you were doing crisis PR for the diva, it's really so beautiful to read. Is there any more to the story? I want to keep following it. I feel like if you serialized it, you'd definitely be hugely popular."
Xia Yangyang spoke calmly, "I'm not crisis PR, every word I've written is true. It contains none of my personal emotions nor any viewpoint of mine, it's the story itself that has moved the audience. The charm of the written word lies in its ability to transform overwhelming hostility into warm positive energy. Alright, go on with your work."
Zhu Xiaorong squatted beside Xia Yangyang, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes, pleading, "Really, no sequels?"
Xia Yangyang sent Zhu Xiaorong away directly.
Not long after, Xia Yangyang received a call from Shen Shichuan.
Shen Shichuan said nothing else, just uttered, "Thank you, Yangyang."
