Wan Donglin was up all night. His computer remained on.
For several days straight, the entire market had experienced a huge shake-up, but it finally steadied by the end of the day. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Old Zhou also breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that this terrifying escape had temporarily come to an end. At least, with his current run of good fortune, he definitely wouldn't dare to act recklessly again.
He turned on his phone to find hundreds of unread messages on his messaging app.
"Big-toe picker, I miss you so much... Are you okay?"
"Please let me know something... even just a little bit... I beg you..."
"You, you bad guy, I won't talk to you anymore..."
"I've decided, I'm going to find someone new, I don't want you anymore..."
"I officially declare, I don't want you anymore..."
All of these were concentrated in the first month. There were very few messages in the following two months.
