This Is F***ing More Like Directing Than I Am!

When Xie Feng received the call, he was still groggy from his hangover, his mind a complete mess and his tone even more impatient. "What are you panicking for? Isn't it just a few trending topics? Once I talk to Xie Yuchen, he'll have them taken down right away!"

"Let them investigate. What are you afraid of? All the paperwork is in order, and neither of us showed our faces. They won't be able to find anything even if they investigate!"

"What?! Netizens?! Why are you afraid of a bunch of brainless idiots? They have no judgment at all—they believe whatever people tell them!"

"Don't panic. Tomorrow, we'll go to the hospital and record a video with Huahua..."

Before he could finish, someone shouted from outside the door.

"Xiaofeng, come out!"

"Mom, what are you doing in the middle of the night?!" Xie Feng hung up directly and staggered out of his room.

Outside, a middle-aged woman in exquisite silk pajamas, with a spoiled and overbearing face, shoved her phone toward him. "What exactly is going on with Weibo? Why is all the blame being pointed at our family?!"

"Who said we abused Huahua? Didn't I just spill hot water on her? I didn't do it on purpose. Who told her to have such delicate skin?!"

Xie Feng gave the phone a perfunctory glance, then forced out a placating smile. "Mom, don't listen to what they're saying. It costs nothing to spread rumors online. As long as our consciences are clear, that's enough. Tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital, get a few reporters to film Huahua, and put out a video."

The woman curled her lip in disdain. "Just make sure she doesn't say anything stupid. The Li family, Wei family, and Luo family have all contacted me. They said