Li Qingshen received the news at the same moment, driving straight to Ling Momo's house. When he arrived, Ling Momo was sitting in front of the computer, staring blankly at the messages on the screen, lost in thought.
Li Qingshen walked up to her and abruptly snapped the computer shut, "Stop looking!"
Only then did Ling Momo slightly move her body and glanced at Li Qingshen, trying but failing to smile, and after a long while, she said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
"What nonsense are you saying? Who would have thought that an unintended phone call could have lurking reporters who recorded it? How is it your fault? Besides, it's no big deal, and I and Enson are the same person, so we'll just clarify it!" Li Qingshen lifted his hand, scooped Ling Momo up, and placed her back on the bed, "You don't need to think about anything right now, just rest up, understand? I will handle all of this."
