By the time Yu Ting woke up at four in the afternoon, she saw a pile of messages from Song Zhan on her phone. He had bombarded her with calls, texts, and WeChat messages.
The poor kid was pretty worried.
Yu Ting sat on the bed, dazedly looking at the messages. After a while, she sat still, ran her fingers through her hair a few times, furrowed her eyebrows and returned a call to Song Zhan.
The call was quickly answered. Before Yu Ting could speak, Song Zhan preemptively asked, "What have you been doing? I called you so many times, but you didn't answer."
Yu Ting had just woken up. Her throat was a bit hoarse, and her casual speaking style made her voice sound even deeper, "I was taking a nap. I just woke up. What's the matter? What happened?"
"Most of the negative news about Zheng Lu on the internet has disappeared, and the popularity of the remaining articles is steadily declining. Someone must have interfered."
