It was broad daylight, with brilliant sunshine outside the window, but Wei Ziyun was still lying in bed. He paused when he saw the private message.
Troubles?
He certainly had plenty of those, especially lately, but how could he tell a female streamer about them?
What good would telling her do, anyway? Take his father grounding him, for instance. Could a female streamer help him break out?
A few days earlier, Wei Ziyun had gotten drunk and ruined a deal with a business partner who had worked with Qingwei Technology for decades. That partner hated drinking and tardiness more than anything, and Wei Ziyun had managed both.
His father had gotten so angry that he handed control of the company straight to Wei Ziyun's younger half brother, a barely grown kid who had just turned eighteen and was on school break.
That night, his father had hurled his wineglass in a fury, making even the overhead light tremble. "From today onward, Yinchen will manage the company."
His words had been colder than an ice cellar. The next day, Wei Ziyun's black card became a worthless piece of plastic.
Whatever. With his card frozen and himself confined to the house, he had already lost much of his will to live. How could he have the energy to care whether Wei Yinchen had stolen his company?
Little Soft Peach: [Why did you leave me on read, big brother? qwq.]
The female streamer sent him another message.
He looked at the framed photo by his bed. It was a candid shot he had taken of Yin Sufang on the day Feng Wanting proposed. He had thought it looked good, and since his bedside table was empty, he had someone print it out and put it there.
Of course Wei Ziyun knew this female