When Fu Jinghen finished his shower and came out, Wen Qiao was squatting on the bed with her arms wrapped around her legs, her chin resting on her arms, and her long black hair draped down her cheeks. Her phone in front of her was blaring out the angry voice of another woman.
"You're getting more and more out of control now, aren't you? Do you remember your status? Are you openly arguing with haters on Weibo? Are you handing your rival a weapon on a platter?"
"..."
"You also told your fans not to lash out; it's not a good influence. And now? You think doing it yourself has a better impact?"
"..."
"Do you think you're frail now, so I won't have the heart to deal with you? I gave you the phone just to entertain you, not for you to cause trouble!"
Wen Qiao's weak voice chimed in, "...There are many ways to entertain, and venting is one of them..."
"What did you say?" Jiang Yao's voice on the other end of the phone immediately rose, "Say it again?"
