Jiang Yanchu crouched beside the chicken coop, the blue light from his laptop screen illuminating the two dark circles under his eyes.
Using an extremely weak signal, he had spent the entire afternoon furiously trading fire with the haters.
After #Shen Wangjing murderer# went viral, public opinion snowballed.
Some said something was bound to happen sooner or later with Jiang Xun eating and living with a murderer. Others said Jiang Xun was no good himself-birds of a feather flocked together.
Jiang Yanchu's blood pressure shot up, and he switched between eight accounts to fight back in turns.
"There's no verdict yet on whether Shen Wangjing is a murderer. Even if he really is, what does that have to do with Jiang Xun? The production team arranged for Jiang Xun to stay there. He didn't choose it himself!"
Less than thirty seconds after he posted it, a string of reply notifications chimed.
[Another bootlicker here to whitewash things. How much is your master paying you?]
[Jiang Xun's brain-dead fans, get out of the comments!]
[LMAO, a violent maniac paired with a murderer. Stay together forever. I threw the key in the river.]
Jiang Yanchu gritted his back teeth, his fingers flying as he kept firing back. He was so absorbed in typing that he never even noticed when Yellow Dog from the courtyard gate came over and lay across his feet.
After he stared at the screen for too long, the words began to double.
He blinked his sore eyes and raised his head to stretch his stiff neck.
Looking over the edge of his laptop screen, he saw someone standing at the courtyard gate.
A black shirt, suit trousers, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The man stood in the shadow of the jujube tree, his expression obscured by the