Pedro Langley paused for a moment and said, "Just pick a free time in the next two days." Nathan Salt nodded in understanding. The previous incident with Zero and UU caused such a stir that everyone in the entertainment industry quietly kept to themselves, avoiding any hype or marketing because the buzz couldn’t be overshadowed, and any effort would just be a waste of money. Now that the heat of the incident is slowly fading and there’s no explosive follow-up news, choosing a quieter time for promotion is evidently the best strategy. Pedro Langley lightly tapped his fingers on the table, slightly squinted his eyes, and his gaze fell onto the computer screen. He said coolly, "Get someone to delete this post." Nathan Salt was startled: What happened again? With a nervous heart, Nathan leaned over to look at the screen, and then he was stunned. Title: "Everyone Come Gossip About Zero’s Private Image." This post was so amusing, and the netizens’ imagination just got wilder and wilder, what on earth provoked Mr. Langley? Secretly following the post, Nathan felt a bit depressed, but since the boss had spoken, he could only give it up with reluctance. Nathan took his orders and left. Pedro Langley’s gaze returned to the screen, seeing all the comments calling him "Uncle," "Rough Man," "Messy," "Ugly," and was instantly furious. Frowning, he closed the webpage, took out his phone, and dialed Nora Scott’s number. The phone rang twice and was answered. Nora Scott had just woken up, her voice lazy and drowsy. Hearing her voice, Pedro Langley’s grouchy mood eased a bit, and he smiled, "Are you home?" "I’ll come over in the afternoon to see Easton." "Oh," Nora responded, paused slightly, and then straightforwardly said, "There’s a place selling honey twists near where you parked last time, bring a pound." Pedro Langley grunted an acknowledgment, then teased her, "So lazy." Nora casually made an excuse. Not revealing it, Pedro Langley earnestly agreed and then asked, "Anything else you want?" "Just bring whatever you see fit." Nora mumbled a reply and then hung up. She probably hadn’t fully woken up yet. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI★Fire.net At two in the afternoon, Pedro Langley came by with a bunch of snacks. All were Nora’s favorites. The door was opened by the cook, who seemed a bit reserved seeing the dapper Pedro Langley. Handing the snacks to the maid, Pedro glanced around the living room, but didn’t see Nora, so he asked, "Where is she?" "Miss Scott? She’s been in her room." The cook pointed towards Nora’s bedroom. It was the second time the maid saw Pedro Langley and knew he had a good relationship with the family, presumably being Miss Scott’s boyfriend, so she answered enthusiastically. Pedro Langley nodded slightly and headed towards the bedroom. The door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a crack open. He listened but heard nothing. He gently knocked twice, but without receiving a response. Pedro hesitated, then simply pushed the door open. The bedroom light was off, but it was well-lit due to the bright afternoon sunshine streaming in through the clean and bright windows, filling the room with light. Under the window was a desk where Nora lay asleep, head tilted, resting on one elbow, with the other hand on the desk. Beside her hand were some spread-out blueprints, scattered messily, and an open book with a pen tucked inside. The sunlight streamed onto her, casting bright lights and shadows. She lay there quietly, eyes gently closed, amidst the tiny dancing motes of dust, she looked as beautiful as a picture. The window was slightly open, allowing a cool breeze to pass through the gap, flipping a book’s page as if turning a page in time. Standing quietly at the doorway for who knows how long, Pedro finally snapped out of it. He entered the bedroom, walking past the bed, and then picked up a blanket, shaking it out, before walking to Nora’s side. Gently bending down, he softly spread the blanket over Nora’s shoulders. Even with the softest of movements, Nora sensed it, her shoulders twitched slightly. Instead of getting up, she merely opened her eyes a sliver, vaguely discerning the figure standing in the shadow, and upon recognizing him, shut her eyes again. Nora muttered, her voice light and airy, unmistakably drowsy. Pedro Langley softened his tone, asking, "Yeah, want to sleep a bit more?" Her nasal sound was so faint, it was like the breeze brushing past the ear, and then there was silence. Pedro Langley quietly watched her, her serene and beautiful sleeping face now enough to etch into his memory without disturbance. Noticing his lips had unknowingly curled into a smile. He turned to leave but suddenly saw a phone tossed onto the bed. On a whim, Pedro went over to pick it up. The screen lit up, requiring an unlock. And, at the moment he saw the lock screen, Pedro’s heart skipped a beat, mildly stunned. Nora’s left hand, with a couple of loops of long black string bracelet on her slender wrist, handwoven, it wasn’t exactly delicate and even a bit crude. — It was a gift from him. "You spent three days weaving this little thing? Nobody would even buy it for two bucks outside. You’re doomed. When you’re down and out, nobody would want your handicrafts... Never mind, put it on me, let’s take a photo. For the memory." Her disdainful, speechless expression mixed with a tiny hint of joy were vividly clear in his mind. She still kept this photo? And even set it as her phone’s lock screen? Startled, Pedro glanced at the desk where Nora lay, and gave a soft smile. Testing cautiously, he pressed the lock screen password: six zeros. The lock screen smoothly unlocked. If word got out, Nora might not even believe it— All these years, she couldn’t even change a password, if not purposely changed, it could last a lifetime. The phone’s owner was just a meter away, and Pedro, being mischievous, didn’t bother concealing it, opening the phone’s Weibo app. The Weibo app was logged out but didn’t require a password, only a verification code. A few seconds later, a verification code popped up. At the same time, Pedro took out his phone, pulled up a photo, and sent it to Nora’s phone via WeChat. Having swiftly finished everything, Pedro silently put the phone back on the bed, quietly leaving the bedroom and closing the door. Meanwhile, bored netizens scrolling through Weibo suddenly came across a new post on their homepage. Then, their jaws dropped. [Zero]: She’s not an uncle. [Image] Have you been hacked, hey!