Shen Hanqiu's voice was shut out by the door.
Chuzheng flicked through the messages on her phone, Guan Cang's team was operating inside.
Chuzheng had almost been whitewashed by now.
The information and photos about her on the internet had also been cleaned up.
"[Miss, isn't it nice to have money?]" King's Account asked cheerfully.
Chuzheng: "..."
The number of people who had been enthusiastically cursing her had diminished, and there were not as many messages as before.
Fame can fade in a matter of minutes.
This is what they call a fair-weather friend.
Whichever way the wind blows, that's the way they fall.
Chuzheng posted the edited Weibo post.
As soon as this Weibo was posted, it blew up instantly.
