Nathan Trenton froze, his eyes filled with confusion.
For a moment, he thought he had misheard.
"What did you say?"
Joel Quincy frowned. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes, his thoughts unreadable.
"Don’t tell me you don’t know how to download Weibo?"
After speaking, he shot Nathan Trenton a surprised glance, which was quickly followed by a flash of disdain.
Nathan Trenton: "..."
Certain he hadn’t misheard, Nathan Trenton nodded helplessly.
"Professor, do you also need me to register an account and follow Chloe for you?"
Having his thoughts read so easily by his eldest disciple, Joel Quincy was momentarily speechless.
He looked quite annoyed, but he muttered, "If I don’t follow your junior, she’s going to be completely snatched away by the entertainment industry."
"What do you mean?"
Nathan Trenton rarely browsed Weibo. He had been working overtime since yesterday and hadn’t even touched his phone.
As a result, he knew nothing about what was happening on Weibo.
And precisely because of this, he earned another scornful look from his professor.
"All you do is research from morning to night. You have none of the energy a young person should have. Look at your junior, she’s already guest-starring on a show."
Nathan Trenton looked at Joel Quincy, whose expression was unchanged but whose tone was laced with jealousy. He found it both amusing and exasperating.
"Professor..."
Before he could finish, Joel Quincy cut him off.
"Remember to download Weibo for me. Oh, and that account thing you mentioned, set one of those up for me too."


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