Chapter 1964: The Black PR Post Got Blown Up

Song Yuan…

Nan Jiaojiao responded faintly with a word or two. The nurse aunt was warm-hearted; she became quite familiar after just a short while. She felt Nan Jiaojiao was particularly easy to communicate with because no matter what she said, Nan Jiaojiao would give a simple reply.

The person on the hospital bed looked like they had a dreadful mood, which made chatting uninteresting. After making a couple of rounds in the ward with nothing to do, she found a chair and sat in the corner.

All afternoon, Nan Jiaojiao was playing games. Anytime Song Yuan needed something, the nurse would jump in to help before Song Yuan could involve Nan Jiaojiao. After two or three times, Song Yuan quieted down.

Close to the time agreed with Bo Yanching, Lu Zhenzhen called, and Nan Jiaojiao cut it off.

Since earlier, after exiting the game, she hadn’t put her phone down once.

Song Yuan turned her back and took out her phone from under the pillow, deleted her chat history with Sister Lai, and made sure everything was perfectly done. This lifted her mood a bit, and she gave Nan Jiaojiao a provocative look.

“Jiaojiao, are you sending messages?”

Nan Jiaojiao: “No.”

“You seem very busy; I thought you were chatting with someone. Did something happen?”

After saying this, Song Yuan carefully observed the expression on Nan Jiaojiao’s face. She showed no reaction, didn’t even lift her head when speaking, “Just something a bit amusing.”

“Really? Can I take a look?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t reply to her. Lu Zhenzhen called again; Nan Jiaojiao picked up, and before she could speak, Lu Zhenzhen asked with certainty, “Weibo’s exploded. Is it your doing?”

“Yeah.”

“You came to the hospital these past few days just for this?”

Nan Jiaojiao said, “Pretty much.”

“Why trouble yourself? Rongcheng is my territory. If she wants to release any press, I can suppress it anytime as long as I want, so why bother going there?”

Nan Jiaojiao had lowered the volume in advance to avoid going deaf when yelled at, “Whatever, I’m free anyway. Coming over is more effective than suppressing the news, at least it makes handling things less troublesome.”

“Alright, I know. I’ve found the source of the press release; I’ll suppress it, so it won’t cause an uproar.”

“Don’t.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced sideways at Song Yuan, “Just be moderate. If we push too hard, it’ll become even more troublesome.”

Lu Zhenzhen rolled her eyes, “You’re purely giving yourself needless trouble.”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled twice and continued lounging on the sofa playing on her phone after hanging up.

The sound effect of entering the game rang out, making Song Yuan uneasy. She was puzzled how Nan Jiaojiao was still so calm; by now, things should be going wild online.

She logged into Weibo, searched her name along with the car accident keywords, but there wasn’t a single result.

Even those big accounts that had agreed on a price to stir up a buzz were all silent.

Song Yuan instinctively glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, squinting her eyes full of suspicion, though mere suspicion, as she didn’t believe this wretch was that capable.

Still, feeling uneasy, she sent a message to Sister Lai. Sister Lai immediately called back, and Song Yuan almost dropped the phone in surprise. She picked it up and pressed to hang up, wanting to remind Sister Lai not to call now as it wasn’t convenient. But before she could even open the interface, Sister Lai called again, urgently. Song Yuan couldn’t stop it, so she reluctantly answered.

“I told you not to…”

“Yuan Yuan, it’s not looking good. All the press releases we prepared can’t be sent out!”

Song Yuan’s brow furrowed tightly, “What’s going on?”

“Initially, they could be sent, but once posted, within a minute the links were taken down…”