Qin Wanyi's bedroom was a complete mess.
She didn't even know whether she'd passed out or just fallen asleep. It felt like her eyes had just closed when the buzzing started up all around her, nonstop.
She opened her eyes. It was already bright outside the window.
Every voice coming from the other end of the phone was wrapped in pent-up frustration.
The head of operations sounded nervous as he said that Fan Xing's trending search had been squeezed out, and the money was wasted.
Also, the trending list had been slaughtered by Fei Tian.
The people in charge of docking from Winter Melon and Leisure Interest were no longer as enthusiastic as they'd been in the last few days. Between the lines it was all "if we'd known, we wouldn't have responded to Fan Xing's cross-platform livestream request." Not only did they fail to ride the wave, they got crushed by Fei Tian and lost face.
