When the phone woke Ye Yizhou, the spot beside him was already empty. Yan Qingdu had probably gone to work.
Ye Yizhou picked up his phone and glanced at the time on the screen. It was already eleven thirty.
"Yawn... Hello."
Ye Yizhou had barely answered and held the phone to his ear before he let out an involuntary yawn.
"You only just woke up? How can you still sleep? I'm worried sick here, okay?"
The deeply troubled voice of Ji Yanfeng, director of The Red Thread of Love, came through the phone. "Didn't you see yesterday's trending searches?"
"What are you so worried about?"
Ye Yizhou yawned again and got out of bed. "Your show is livestreamed, not prerecorded. Whoever gets exposed, it won't affect your show. They can't even take it down."
"That's true, but I was also planning to upload edited recordings later."
For now, the losses really weren't that great, but it did affect some of his original plans for the show.
"You haven't edited them yet, have you? It's not like any work's gone to waste." Ye Yizhou chuckled, unconcerned.
Ji Yanfeng froze for a moment, suddenly remembering what Ye Yizhou had said before: "There's no rush to edit and upload the recordings. Let's see how things go first."
Looking back now, there had been a deeper meaning behind those words!
"Did you already..." Know this day would come?
Ji Yanfeng asked tentatively, but before he could finish his question, he heard Ye Yizhou laugh.
"Spelling it out takes all the fun out of it."
Those who knew, knew.
Oh...
Ji Yanfeng couldn't help silently marveling that Ye Yizhou really wasn't someone to mess with.
Being a pretty-faced nobody was just his disguise.
The moment Song Jincheng had shamelessly put Ye Yizhou down to promote