Sheng Jiaoyang's mood was very good. Zeng Huan, who’d come to drop her off at school, couldn’t stop herself from speaking after seeing her that way.

"Jiaojiao, you look really happy today. Did something good happen?” Zeng Huan tentatively asked.

"Really? Nothing happened!"

Zeng Huan didn't know how to follow that.

When they were parking the car downstairs in the dormitory, a crowd suddenly came to the front of the car, surrounding them. Looking at the way they held cameras and pointed microphones, they appeared to be entertainment journalists.

"What happened?" Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the horde of noisy people.

"Jiaojiao, there are some very nasty comments about you online. The Public Relations Department of the company is already in the process of dealing with it. You don’t need to pay attention to them,” Zeng Huan explained.

Looking at the people outside knocking on the window, Sheng...