She was worried about this matter. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. It was as if an ant were crawling on her body, making her entire body itch.
Jiang Xianrou stared at the continuously increasing number of views. She repeatedly gripped and released the mouse. Finally, she could no longer stand it and restlessly took out her cell phone. She flipped through the contact list and pulled up a phone number.
The call took a long time to get through.
Jiang Xianrou lowered her eyelashes and spoke softly to the man on the other end of the phone call. "Hello, Uncle Zhou, could you please help me find someone? Nothing happened, I'm just curious about someone's identity. I sent you 'his' ID. He just uploaded a new song on the internet. If you start tracking now, you should be able to find the IP address. Thank you very much, Uncle. Sorry for troubling you."
