"Can you help me cool down Xue Ziang's Weibo? Also, can you ban the account of the user 'Peach No Juice'?"
Chu Yao knew that deleting the comments would only treat the symptoms, not the illness.
If they deleted the comments, the other party could continue to comment. Only by reporting the account could they shut the other party's mouth.
She thought that this matter was almost certain, but who knew—
"Well, President Chu, I'm sorry. We can't help you here."
Chu Yao was stunned for a moment. She clearly didn't understand. "Boss Li, my brother-in-law..."
Her brother-in-law had such a relationship. She had never thought that he wouldn't give her face, so she deliberately mentioned it.
However, before she could finish, the other party interrupted her. "I'll still say the same thing even if Mr. Wei comes. We can't help here. President Chu... I can't say too much. My relationship with Mr. Wei has always been good. I can only say that you've offended someone this time."
"I offended someone? Who?"
"I... can't tell you."
"... What do you mean?" Chu Yao refused to give up. "Who did I offend that you can't even tell me?"
"I really can't tell you. In short, you shouldn't struggle anymore. It won't do you any good if you continue."
This was the first time Chu Yao had encountered such a situation. She was about to ask again when the other party hung up.
She couldn't get through when she tried calling again.
It seemed like she had been blacklisted.
Chu Yao was furious. Her face was ashen, and she was unable to recover.
Xue Xiang whispered from the side, "President Chu, how is it?"
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