After finishing a phone call, Wang Hao actually felt quite warm inside.
It's all our relatives and friends, genuine and pure! Calling to check in right after an earthquake, oh my, that feels different!
Walking on the streets, there were people everywhere, but as Wang Hao strolled around, nothing much that was worth anticipating happened.
This script is wrong, it's almost noon and there seems to be no reaction!
"Forget it, let me check the book rankings first," he took out his phone to look at the rankings—still seventeenth overall.
Then he looked at the favorites...
"Holy shit, 36,587 favorites?!" Wang Hao's eyes widened suddenly: "Over ten thousand favorites in one morning?! This is crazy!"
He logged onto QQ, and immediately, a message from his loyal reader, Tianyi MoWu, popped up—
Tianyi MoWu: "Brother Ritian, what's happening today? Did you offend someone? Why are you getting pushed down on all the rankings? And your index has even been locked!"