Tuesday.
Back at home.
In the morning, Zhang Ye was checking his Weibo while still under the blanket. There were traces of his philanthropic efforts in many of the news articles, Weibo posts, and trending topics as he browsed through them.
—This behavior cannot be advocated.
—Passion for charity starts from me.
—Come, friends, join us at
—Reject extravagance, resist wastefulness.
—Think about the children in poor rural areas. Do you think your actions are right?
—Comrade, I have to criticize you. We cannot give up halfway when it comes to charity!
Comment after comment!
In no time at all, he left over a hundred of them!
Old Wu had already left for work. It was almost 9 AM, but Zhang Ye still hadn't got out of bed. He was holding his cell phone and typing out a flurry of comments with a serious look on his face.
