"Bang!" In a certain living room, Deng Zhaoyan, angered by the comments she read, couldn't help but hurl the glass water cup sitting on the table.
The crisp and pleasant sound of shattering echoed, venting Deng Zhaoyan's frustration.
Throwing the water cup wasn't enough, she began tossing other things around, and after a random spree of throwing, she felt a bit of the gloom lift from her heart.
Just then, the front door opened, and Deng Zhaoyan's agent walked in, glanced at the mess in the living room without surprise, and said solemnly, "Feeling any better? Once you're calmer, start a video call with the team to discuss how to handle this."
Deng Zhaoyan clenched her teeth, gripping a throw pillow tightly, "You all take care of it, I don't want to be involved anymore."
The agent lifted an eyelid: "If you had told me before posting on Weibo and been as obedient as you are now, you wouldn't be facing this situation at all."
