After much difficulty turning his phone back on, Qiong Shun finally saw the content of the messages.
Most were from acquaintances, including his family, relatives, and former colleagues and friends.
"You bastard! Don't come home anymore, we can't afford to lose face like this!"
"Brother Qiong, I never knew you were so wild, I'm impressed, honestly."
"So it was you who sold the material leaked from the last show, expect a court summons! If I don't sue you till you go bankrupt, I might as well quit this business."
Qiong Shun was dumbfounded. He had only been detained for a while, yet it felt like the entire world had changed?
He wanted to go home, but found that the lock on his door had been changed.
When he called his wife, all he got was a busy signal, clearly blocked.
Qiong Shun had no choice but to book a room at a hotel, only to find the receptionist staring at him for a long time.
"What are you looking at?"
