The tall figure of the man stood in front of her. Junrong was as handsome as ever, though there was a hint of exhaustion between his brows, and he seemed travel-worn. It was clear he had hurried back.
Shi Che held Ling Chuxia's phone, his eyebrows raised slightly, his voice lazily, "Didn't I tell you not to look at these things? Why don't you listen? Hmm?"
From the outbreak of the scandal to now, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours, yet in that time, even just reading the online abuse by herself was enough to crush her heart, leaving her suffocating and distressed.
No one likes to be scolded for no reason, especially when none of this was her fault.
Moreover, those being cursed weren't just her, but also Shi Che and her son.
She had been holding back, unwilling to be upset over these baseless accusations, but at the moment she saw Shi Che, a familiar face and figure, her tears could no longer be held back and flooded from her eyes.
"Shi Che." She called out hoarsely.
