Knock, knock, knock—
A hurried knock suddenly came.
After responding, Wu Jie slowly got out of bed and opened the door.
It was Song standing there.
"I swear! I can't believe you, it's already so late and you're still able to sleep?"
"Almost the whole world is furiously cursing at you, you're about to become a sinner through the ages, and you're not worried at all?"
Song looked desperate, his eyes filled with alarm.
Wu Jie just chuckled, returned to his bed, and prepared to continue his deep sleep.
After combating the Information Warfare Troops for more than a day, he was exhausted.
As for this unprecedented storm of public opinion—
Why bother?
Since for him, the later he made a statement, the better.
That way, the matter would escalate even more, more people would know about it, more would be brainwashed, and join the enormous crowd despising him.
A hundred million isn't too few, a billion isn't too many!
