After Maeve Lane posted that Weibo message, she turned off her phone.
She slept for a while, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. She opened her eyes and got out of bed, only to see Julian Fairchild standing at the door.
He looked a bit upset, his eyebrows furrowed, "Delete that Weibo post you just made."
Maeve Lane showed a puzzled expression, "Why?"
"I'll post it myself." A cold light flashed in Julian Fairchild's eyes, making him look a bit menacing, "You should rest well."
"Am I being scolded again?" Maeve Lane vaguely guessed something, but she was used to it. She laughed and said, "It's late, let's talk tomorrow. I'll delete that photo later."
Julian Fairchild saw the faint dark circles under her eyes, and a trace of emotion crossed his eyes. He gently touched her face, "Hmm."
"From now on, let me handle these things."
He took the initiative, so the person he loves would get hurt less.
