The matter with Rong Lan didn't cause much of a stir online. Lu Qing told Qin Miaomiao that Rong Lan had accepted his arrangements and was already scheduled to fly to the United States for treatment. Only then did she feel relieved.
Anyway, this was already the best solution. Right now, she had no way of facing him. It was better to keep out of sight and out of mind in the future.
"Sis, someone's roasting you online," Ou Beichen sprawled on the sofa, laptop perched on his knees.
Lu Qing sat at the other end of the sofa, seemingly busy with work—probably dealing with stocks or something.
Qin Miaomiao brought over two cups of warm milk for them.
"I'm not even a celebrity. Why would anyone roast me?"
Lu Qing took the milk and said calmly, "Just look into it, and you'll know."
