"F*ck! This is insane!" Lin Dong cursed.
He was looking at posts on his smartphone of people destroying or burning Jin Chonglin's albums, posters and other products associated with him.
Jin Chonglin sat on his couch, flipping channels on TV. All the news were about him and Fan Luo.
"Chonglin, this is serious. I think you should take a few months break. Better yet, go on a year-long hiatus! Maybe more. Go abroad or something. I'm sure we can arrange a grand comeback for you once all of this is over. You've been working very hard all these years. I think this is a good time to rest up and refresh your energy."
"No way. I'm not taking a break," Jin Chonglin immediately refused his manager's suggestion. "I'm planning to release my next single soon. I already have the melody, I just can't decide on the lyrics yet. But I have a feeling that I'll receive an inspiration soon. I'm not going to wait a year to release this song."
"Chonglin—"
Jin Chonglin raised a hand to stop him.
