Shao Ke had masterminded the scheme himself, so of course he had to oversee it personally. The moment any comments unfavorable to Yan Ningke appeared, he made them vanish with a single click.
What could you do? Money could make the devil turn a millstone.
The computer experts recruited on high salaries had never imagined that one day they would collect hefty bonuses for doing the most basic work.
After lunch, Yan Ningke sprawled on the sofa with his phone. Beneath his earlier Weibo post, everyone was discussing the mystery man's identity.
There was no shortage of speculation about sugar daddies and lovers. Although Yan Ningke had entered the entertainment industry late, he still had a group of devoted fans willing to defend him.
After letting things brew overnight, they had agreed on a standard response. Whenever they saw anyone being rude, they replied with the same line.
[A filthy heart sees filth in everything.]
Sometimes, it really was hard to understand. Ordinary people made up most of the world, and everyone had their own difficulties. Some laughed them off and kept working hard at life.
Others, dissatisfied with their own lives, were willing to interpret other people's lives in the most malicious way possible, then attack them to their faces.
They were like evil spirits trapped in a mire, desperate to drag everyone down into hell with them.
[You're defending him so fiercely, but he hasn't said a word himself. Wake up, you idiots. Yan Ningke trades his body for opportunities. He's just a sugar daddy's kept lover!]
After reading that comment, Yan Ningke reflected deeply on himself and found that it wasn't entirely wrong.
Although it had never been explicitly stated, he could still vaguely sense that Shao Ke had been helping him. The endorsements and advertisements Wen