"Look, the book fans who are so far away from me and may not have met before will care about my physical and mental health. Their greatest hope is that I write books happily, not to write books just for the sake of writing books. Book fans who are truly good for me have always been so tolerant. Why do those who seem closer to each other don't care?"

"What I understand from these experiences is that people who don't really care about you, so why should they care about what they say. You just need to care about the people who really care about you."

Tang Guo asked again: "What if there is no one who cares about you?"

"No, Xiaoguo, even if there is a person in this world who is disliked by 90% of the world, and the remaining ten percent of the people who always care about that person."

Tang Guo didn't believe it: "How do you prove it?"

Chu Yan's mind is about to explode, how can he prove it?

He couldn't say directly that he cared about her, right? He didn't pick on this matter, just because he didn't want to make her excited.

Soon, Chu Yan thought of a solution again.

"Xiaoguo, have you posted your own updates on Weibo? If you insist on me proof, follow what I do next to prove it, and you can prove that what I said is correct."

Tang Guo was intrigued: "Okay, I really haven't posted any other updates about my own articles on Weibo. I'm a little curious, so what do I need to do?"

Chu Yan: "You just send a message, 'I encountered some things today, I can't sleep until now, and I don't know when I can pass.' You can post it according to what I said. It won't take long to know if what I said is right."

"Are you sure you can prove it by doing this?"

Chu Yan: "I'm sure, if the final result is different, you come and hit me, no, I'll come and ask you to hit me, how about it?"

When Chu Yan heard some laughter from the other side of the phone, he felt a little relieved: "Do you dare to try it?"

"Okay, then I'll try it."

Tang Guo turned that passage into words according to what Chu Yan said and posted it on her Weibo. On this Weibo, she could hardly share her life.

"I've sent it."

"Let's wait ten minutes, and after ten minutes, you will see the results."

At this moment, Chu Yan quickly opened the strange groups he joined in order to see all the works of Tang Guo.

While talking to Tang Guo, he put the screenshot of Tang Guo's Weibo in the group and added a sentence: Guo Guojian has not slept so late and has rarely posted a strange news. Is something wrong? Do you know how to contact Guo Guojian herself? I am really worried about her situation. After all, she never posted these things on her Weibo.

System: Damn, is this guy a drama artist?

However, this seems to be OK.

Sure enough, at one or two in the morning, it is the peak period for night owl activities.

This news was posted in several groups and attracted the attention of those who like Tang Guo’s works, and she is also a fan of her.

In just a few minutes, they touched Tang Guo's Weibo and commented on the words of concern. Not only that, they were also selfish, just like writing a short paper, hitting them one by one.

The person who made an appointment with the manuscript had Tang Guo’s social account and also left her a message quietly.
Chapter completed!