"Ashton Heath, can you promise me one thing?" Joanna Lawrence suddenly remembered something after drinking half a cup of Bubble Milk.
"Okay, I promise you." Ashton Heath agreed immediately.
Joanna Lawrence: "You don't even know what I'm going to say yet, and you've already agreed?"
Hearing a soft chuckle, Joanna looked up and met a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes.
Ashton Heath's voice was incredibly gentle: "Whatever request you make, I will agree to it."
Joanna Lawrence's heart raced.
She pressed her hand against her chest, and after taking a moment for her pulse to return to normal, she spoke: "Are you going to have someone delete all the hot searches?"
"Of course." Ashton Heath replied without hesitation.
"Don't have someone delete those hot searches just yet, and don't have someone block the whistleblower's account."
"What?" Ashton Heath paused, furrowing his brow, "Why?"
