When everything was over, Zhang Xiaodan returned to the dormitory.
She turned on her phone, intending to log into various apps and delete the videos as agreed.
But when she opened the backend of her Weibo account and saw that tens of thousands of followers had appeared under her account name out of nowhere, and the number was still rising, her hand froze.
Opening Douyin, the number of followers on the backend was just like that on Weibo, or even more. Her account went from having only a few hundred followers to more than two hundred thousand.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaodan's heart began to stir again.
"I just used a little trick before, and I nearly ruined his academic career, even got him close to being jailed. If it weren't for that bitch Wang Ziru, I'd already be a successful person!"
