Poor Xie Cheng, on that night, he argued online until the wee hours, unaware of the time, until he could argue no more and complained to Qi Feng, "The thin Emperor's desperate begging, I'm just an agent!"
He received no reply.
Xie Cheng's eyes were dry. At four in the morning, he fell into his bed and slept.
Meanwhile, Yuran had a good night's sleep, woke up refreshed, and went to school. Arriving at the classroom door, all the classmates came up to her with extremely animated expressions on their faces.
"Yuran, Yuran, do you actually have a super crazy fan? So crazy and yet so adorable?"
"Yes, yes, I saw him arguing online one post at a time, and his ID name is as cute as a three-year-old child. What's it called again? Let me check."
"I know, I know, it's called 'My Kid Needs a Time-Out.'"
"Right, right, just that. So cute, his profile picture is even our Yuran. Wow, truly a super crazy fan."
