Holiday, day four, early rise.
Xu Qingyan squinted as he washed up, unable to resist yawning in front of the mirror. His phone lay on one side, the screen displaying a pile of unread messages and missed calls.
He only replied to some of them, changing his WeChat status to "Yu Yu," planning to respond to the rest of the messages later.
"The Porcelain" soared into the top twenty hot searches without any suspense, thanks to the explosive topic of "Spring Festival Gala Insider." Notoriety is still fame, after all; there was no need for promotion.
The overnight surge in downloads, he didn't check the detailed data. Just from Penguin Music alone, there were over a thousand comments, so he estimated the downloads must have broken thirty thousand.
He didn't respond to Zou Lewei's post anymore; with these things, going too far is as bad as not going far enough. As for what the director-general might think, he wasn't too concerned.
