Chuzheng took the chance to slip away while these people were looking for the owner.
When she walked out of the bar and checked her phone, there were 99+ comments, all criticizing her.
[Today the haters weren't very diligent, didn't even match it with a tagline, is it that our big shot can't match your tagline anymore?]
[Should we go straight to insults or follow the procedure?]
[I just want to see what kind of mess she'll write this time.]
[How is there such a disgusting person, is your life unsatisfactory, so you come online to seek presence!]
[#￥&@!...]
Chuzheng exhaled, her finger hovered over the delete button, ready to erase everything.
"Chuzheng."
Chuzheng's finger shook, she looked up ahead.
A guy wearing a loose beige knitted sweater and black casual pants, with a mask on, walked over under the rows of streetlights.
Chuzheng's fingertip moved slightly to the side, turning off the screen.
"Why are you here?"
