In the car, Yan Jingting had made several calls one after another.
Chu Zhiyi was sitting right beside him and could naturally hear whom he was calling.
Yan Jingting knew many people, and those who could stand in his circle were either rich or privileged.
The calls he had just made were to the group leader responsible for Chu Heng's case.
Someone dared to steal Chu Zhiyi's manuscript and release it, clearly without considering the consequences of such actions. Now that it had happened, they had to act quickly before the news spread widely to minimize the crisis caused by the report.
When Yan Jingting hung up the phone, he saw Chu Zhiyi clenching her tiny face, her brows, usually relaxed, now furrowed tightly.
Yan Jingting's hand took hers from her lap and slowly grasped it, "The article was published for less than an hour, and I had people delete all related articles and comments. They will act swiftly on their end, so there's no need to worry."