Xiao Yu replied, "When you return to the set, I'll treat you to some milk tea. Don't worry, security has been enhanced. Brother Hui is very capable—any paparazzi lurking around will be caught right away. There won't be a next time."
Nan Jiaojiao wasn't quite sure how to respond. After hesitating for a while, she replied plainly, "Okay."
She searched online again. Xiao Yu was still trending, but the topic had shifted from rumors of an underground romance to a live apology. No pictures related to Nan Jiaojiao could be found.
Chu Yao's call came through. Nan Jiaojiao's first instinct was to hang up, but her hand shook, and not only did she answer, she put it on speaker. As a result, Chu Yao's maniacal laughter drilled into her ears from all directions.
Nan Jiaojiao's face fell. "Did someone hit your laughing pressure point?"
