In the apartment, Xie Feng opened the door and stormed in, only to see Lin Jiamu sitting on the sofa, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. His hair was freshly washed, slightly fluffy, and he looked sunny and clean, a stark contrast to his previous downtrodden appearance.
"Couldn't you have given me a heads-up before you posted on Weibo so I could have a contingency plan? Do you know how angry the boss is about this? Your public image is in ruins now, and you might be benched by the company."
Lin Jiamu looked at him, smiling slightly, "That sounds pretty good to me."
Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "You're not crazy, are you."
"I'm very clear-headed. Actually, I don't like this circle, this vanity fair. I entered this industry just to make money to support her. Now that she can handle things on her own and knows the truth, she won't accept my help anymore. It's time for me to bow out gracefully."
