Chuzheng gently stroked An Ji's back a few times, and An Ji's trembling body slowly calmed down.
He leaned against Chuzheng without speaking, and Chuzheng could hardly hear his breathing.
Chuzheng wanted to let go and check, but An Ji suddenly hugged her tightly.
Chuzheng freed up one hand, took out her phone, and logged into Weibo.
An Ji's latest Weibo post was already overwhelmed, with many people flocking to watch the drama.
An Ji hadn't managed his followers much, so the fans were scattered when faced with such issues.
"Can I have my phone back, please?"
An Ji's voice suddenly sounded, a bit hoarse.
"Stop looking." Chuzheng boldly accepted responsibility: "I'll take care of it."
An Ji seemed not to have heard those words and stubbornly said: "I want to see."
He wanted to see...
What those people were saying.
"What's there to see?" Chuzheng helped him up, her tone cold: "Go back to your room and sleep, you don't need to worry about this."
