Late at night.
Dense clouds overhead cast an even deeper, boundless darkness.
It seemed like the whole world has returned to calmness.
But at this very moment, the Xingzhou Entertainment Public Relations Department was brightly lit, with a dozen people in front of their computers, their faces solemn and tense as they tapped away at the keyboards. The ringing of the office phones was incessant.
The noise was stressful and confusing.
"What's going on?" Zheng Yi leaned over one of the computers, his face tense, and asked.
A staffer furrowed his brows and shook his head: "We can't suppress it. It's really hot over there, I'm afraid someone from Tiansheng Entertainment is stirring things up."
Zheng Yi took a deep breath, then turned to look at the man sitting on the couch behind him.
He was sitting with his head down, smoking a cigarette, with annoyance in his brow and eyes.