A Wet Dream?!

Pan Zihao didn't know what was happening. He returned to his apartment and went directly to his bedroom, shutting himself inside. He tossed and turned throughout the night, but he still couldn't sleep until early the next morning.

As a result, by the time he woke up in the afternoon, things online had already turned upside down to the point that they couldn't be undone.

First, he was contacted by Yu Weimin's PR head, the same middle-aged old man.

He didn't pick it up, groaning as he covered his ears with the pillow. When the phone rang for the second time, he finally grunted and picked it up.

"What's up?"

The middle-aged man's voice sounded terrified as he said, "Mr. Secretary! Something happened online! What should we do?"

"What's wrong?" He frowned as if feeling dissatisfied. "If you have nothing, piss off. I'm taking a break today."