Unexpectedly, this person actually witnessed the scene that day. So, is Ou Chunhua coming to her with this as leverage to intimidate her?
Zhao ngjin wondered what reason she would give and what kind of condition she would propose. But no matter what, it was impossible for this woman to intimidate her.
"Say what you have to say quickly." Zhao ngjin glanced again at the clock on the wall, appearing impatient.
Ou Chunhua revealed a sly smile: "If everyone in the world knew who broke your hand, your fans wouldn’t be as calm as your family.""I will imdiately make a public announcent saying that the truth isn’t what they think."
"What if they know you actually love this man? Do you think your male fans can accept it? Aren’t you afraid they’ll do sothing crazier to him?"
"You’re definitely overthinking it. My charm isn’t on par with those popular celebrities relying on looks."
"It seems you’re not that confident in yourself. Have you never communicated with your fans?"
Zhao ngjin is the type of celebrity who does as she pleases and never needs to consider fans’ feelings. Perhaps because of her independent nature, her fans are even more loyal. They are srized by her music and enamored by her personality.
These are things Zhao ngjin had never thought about. Now, with Ou Chunhua bringing it up, she suddenly rembered, the call from Nala was hung up by Grandma Xiao.
Zhao ngjin walked back to the bedside, picked up the phone placed there, and dialed Nala’s number.
Due to the ti difference, it was dayti on Nala’s side, so she easily answered Zhao ngjin’s call.
"Miss Zhao, did you know I called you?" Nala’s tone was filled with unexpected joy, yet was laden with worry, "I called you to confirm, is what the newspapers say true? Your family said you couldn’t answer the phone?"
"Oh—" Zhao ngjin softly and vaguely responded, saying, "What did the newspapers say?"
"They said you had an accident. But it seems they haven’t investigated how this accident happened. Now, many people are calling to find out the truth."
"It’s sothing I don’t intend to inquire about myself, so why is everyone so curious?"
"You’re a celebrity, Miss Zhao. As long as even the tiniest thing happens to you, and the newspapers report it, everyone wants to know the whole story. That’s why I told you before, haven’t I? No matter what problems you encounter, you need to communicate with first or imdiately. Our PR team can then operate. Like this ti—" Saying this, Nala touched her forehead, showing a frazzled mood, her tone turned sowhat complaining.
Recalling the efforts her team put in all these years, Zhao ngjin felt a bit guilty and said, "I’m sorry. This was indeed an accident, an unexpected one."
"Is that so?" Nala asked softly, sensing there was more to Zhao ngjin’s words than she let on. It didn’t seem like she was referring to her injury.
"Yes!" Zhao ngjin replied confidently, "I didn’t expect such a small matter would cause such a big reaction, with so many people eager to dig into my secrets. In my mind, I know you’ll definitely remark on it, but honestly, Nala, I don’t like my fans doing this."
Nala chuckled and said, "I’ve been with you for so many years, Miss Zhao, how can I not know your temperant? You’ve never liked interacting with fans, and have always focused only on your music, never considering how many people might like your music. In fact, you’re just a musician who purely loves music. That’s why I admire you so much and believe you are destined to succeed. So, what you said was expected."
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