As a result, the hotel where Qiong Hai was staying was surrounded by fans from various backgrounds, using endless tactics. Qiong Hai didn't dare to go out at all, even the curtains were tightly drawn.
Ever since he found out about the trending topic last night, Qiong Hai has been in a state of anxiety.
Lack of sleep overnight left his eyes bloodshot, and a stubble grew out. In just one day, he went from a composed handsome young man to someone who seemed to have aged several years, appearing very haggard.
"Can you stop pacing back and forth?" Qiong Hai grabbed a throw pillow and threw it at his agent, shouting angrily.
"Why am I doing this? Isn't it all because of you! I told you to restrain yourself, now look, it's blown up! Just see how many fans and reporters are downstairs. As soon as you show up, they'll be in your face!" Brother Liu brushed off the pillow, sneering as he spoke.
