"Hello." When she called, Rong Yan had just washed some grapes and popped one into her mouth, making her speech muffled and unclear.
"The heat online just won't die down, and a lot of people are flocking to your account to find you. Do you think we should issue a statement or handle it some other way?"
Popularity is a double-edged sword.
If used well, it can add luster and boost one's status dramatically.
But if mishandled, it can backfire and cause unnecessary trouble.
Now, Rong Yan's popularity was sky-high, but unfortunately, this was the kind of attention that couldn't be promoted: her boyfriend and the stage getting pelted with eggs.
That's why she asked if Rong Yan wanted to issue an official statement.
"Crunch." Rong Yan gave most of the grapes to the man in the sickbed, keeping only a small portion for herself. Upon hearing the question, she reassured, "Wait a moment, Estelle, don't rush. Let me take a look before I decide."
