Aren't You Afraid We'll Be Corrupted?

Thirty-six hours after the mistress scandal erupted, all related information was wiped clean from the internet.

Any new content posted was blocked within ten seconds.

It felt as though an invisible, colossal eraser had meticulously and silently erased every trace of the incident.

As the gossiping masses lamented the overwhelming power of capital, the marketing accounts that had initially spread the news on a large scale suddenly changed their stance. Instead of righteous indignation, they hinted that the scandal was a misunderstanding.

Qiao Yu was innocent, they claimed, and the netizens had been misled.

A mix of genuine and fabricated evidence surfaced through various channels, quickly diluting the public's focus.

"We can wait until next week to return to school; there's no rush." Qi Chao took the backpack from Chi Yu's hands.