This time, the PR crisis ended in a way no one had expected.
Zhou Qingyue sent Jiang Xu a WeChat message, "Hey, do you still have any photos of you in tight clothing? I'll pay top dollar, a friend wants to see."
Jiang Xu: Scram quickly.
Zhou Qingyue: Okay.
Soon, Bai Xiaoya also sent a WeChat message: Jiang Xu, are you really over twenty centimeters?
It's not me asking, it's a friend...
Jiang Xu: Don't make me lose my temper.
Bai Xiaoya: Okay, I'll step back now.
Jiang Xiaoyan followed suit: Give you one million, let me have a look.
Jiang Xu sent a bunch of bleeding knife emojis.
Dammit.
These female thugs.
Jiang Xu felt a severe headache.
Kind of regretting, what was that all about?
Now, for sure online there were loads of female thugs scrutinizing his picture, even...
The thought alone was terrifying.
An Nuonuo rushed to the office.
She came specifically to comfort her hubby.
More than an hour later, An Nuonuo went home.
She arrived clueless and empty-handed.
