The next day.
The hotel room was dim, the curtains tightly closed.
The smartphone screen on the bed suddenly lit up, buzzing nonstop.
Ji Chen groggily reached for his phone, the screen's light too piercing to open his eyes. Still hungover with a bit of a headache, the room remained dark with the curtains drawn, his throat burning with irritation.
"Hello?"
"Still asleep, Young Master? It's eleven already, have you seen the trending searches?"
"Haven't checked." He turned over in bed, again hearing Li Mingwei call him Young Master, which irritated him further, he grumbled, "Went to a party last night, just woke up."
"Did you post in the middle of the night the day before yesterday? Attacking Xu Qingyan for covering Pei Muchan's song, mentioning copyright infringement and stuff?" Li Mingwei's tone carried a hint of helplessness.
"Yes, what's the issue?"
