The Long-awaited Mr Han

Chapter 1399: I’m Not a D*mn Reporter

“Those who can’t bear seeing others doing well are really revolting. How black are your hearts? Is it so hard to wish others well? Did Han Zhuoli and Lu Man offend you? Some people are really too much!”

The one whose husband got wished to have affairs had her feathers ruffled. She pounced immediately. “Who are you scolding?! B*tch!”

“So you know how to get angry after such words were said to you? Then what right do you have to say similar things to Han Zhuoli and Lu Man? Scolding people when you’ve lost reasoning. Your character is easily seen.”

Han Zhuoli was in good spirits at first, but seeing these mean comments made his face as dark as a thunderstorm.

Lu Man moved to close her phone, but Han Zhuoli took her phone from her. “Don’t close it. I want to see how these people speak of you usually.”

He’d been letting his girl feel so aggrieved on the Internet.

He knew that the keyboard warriors felt that anonymity on the Net allowed them to speak freely with no fear of repercussions.

But words could hurt too. They can let one be troubled even without interacting with these strangers once in real life.

And these people build their happiness on the misery of others without an ounce of sympathy, yet they portray themselves as wise sages.

It was truly disgusting.

Han Zhuoli hugged Lu Man and finished reading all the good and bad comments with a deep glower.

Seeing Han Zhuoli’s worsening expression, Lu Man said, “It’s alright. We don’t have to stoop to their level. They scold for the sake of scolding, there’s no need to read their comments.”

Lu Man quickly comforted him. “What’s more, we know very well what kind of lives we lead. Won’t this make their words even more of a joke?”

But Han Zhuoli felt that it was not enough still. Returning Lu Man her phone, he picked up his and called Nan Jingheng.

Nan Jingheng had opened his own bar; his motive was to gather information from all walks of life.

Since all sorts of people gathered in a bar, this was extremely useful for Nan Yin to gain information.

Nan Jingheng frequented his bar before his marriage.

It was not for fun but to make himself known so that there won’t be foolhardy people making trouble in the bar with the boss around.

But Nan Jingheng hardly visited his bar anymore after marriage.

When he answered Han Zhuoli’s call, he was with Cheng Yian at home, playing with their soon-to-be one-year-old son.

“Brother Zhuo?” Nan Jingheng held his phone with one hand and held a ball in another to entertain his child.

“Help me publish a piece of news. Treat it as an interview with me,” Han Zhuoli said.

Nan Jingheng almost dropped the ball in his hand. “What a joke, Brother Zhuo. Do you still need people to interview you?”

There were countless people waiting for an interview with Han Zhuoli, and he was always the one picking. He would grant an interview once in a blue moon. He was just that willful.

Sometimes, he would give Nan Yin a chance given their good relations.

For him to seek him out was a surprise.

“You don’t have to find your professional reporters from your company. You will do,” Han Zhuoli said. “Are you going to do it?”

“…” Nan Jingheng was speechless. “I’m not a d*mn reporter, I don’t know how!”

“I don’t need you to know, I can tell you,” Han Zhuoli replied. “I’ll send you a screenshot later, you’ll understand when you see it. I’ll call you back.”

When he finished speaking, Han Zhuoli hung up and left Nan Jingheng with a stunned expression while looking at his phone.