Some netizens were reading a comment one second, only for it to display "Comment unavailable" the next. Everyone immediately understood what was happening.
"Master Shaw is so petty."
"A man at thirty is in his prime. Don’t you get it? How is he old?"
"Wrong! He’s clearly twenty-nine years and *eleven months* old!"
"Hey, commenter above, do you really have to be so precise...?"
"It’s not us. It’s Master Shaw who needs it to be that precise."
"LMAO, I’m starting to suspect the last two commenters are Boss Shaw’s alt accounts."
"From now on, whenever Master Shaw posts, we’ll all just comment that a man at thirty is in his prime. He’ll have an endless stream of comments to delete."
...
Jasper Shaw had just wanted to show off his happy relationship, but he never expected the comments to take such a strange turn.
Now, everyone was just talking about his age.
Hundreds of new comments appeared every time he refreshed. He couldn’t delete them fast enough.
Jasper Shaw kept his head down, his long fingers swiping rapidly across his phone as he handed out seven-day bans to some of the netizens.
Some netizens who saw their comments get deleted didn’t think much of it.
But when they tried to comment again a moment later, they discovered they couldn’t post anything.
It was only then that they belatedly realized they’d been banned.
Netizens: "..."
"Master Shaw, are you that sore of a loser?"
"Haha, what’s going on?"
"Master Shaw isn’t just deleting comments, he’s banning people too. What a sore loser."
"I’m dying! He’s even handing out temporary bans."
"Tsk tsk, looks like he’s gotten the hang of social media. He’s even learned how to ban people."
"To the person above, are you trying to make me laugh to death so you can inherit my credit card debt?"
Jasper Shaw spent over an hour deleting comments, but instead of decreasing, they only multiplied, leaving him feeling helpless.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up.
The comment section—
"Well, looks like Master Shaw is tired."
"Master Shaw has given up."
"You guys should stop saying Boss Shaw is in his prime at thirty. Can’t you see you’re making him unhappy?"
"Exactly, it’s so rude. Can’t you see our President Shaw is upset?"
"The commenter above is so right. President Shaw isn’t even thirty yet this year. We should wait until next month to say he’s in his prime."
Passersby scrolling through social media stumbled upon Jasper Shaw’s post and clicked on it out of curiosity, only to find a bizarrely entertaining comment section.
The more they read, the funnier it became.
Many content creators saw the comment section and immediately turned it into a short video.
As a result, over the next two days, Jasper Shaw went viral on a small scale.
But the man himself couldn’t be happy about it in the slightest.
Jasper Shaw battled the netizens for over an hour, until dusk settled in.
Jasper Shaw, a man who had never known defeat, knew today that he had been utterly bested by these netizens.
He reluctantly put down his phone and walked over to Chloe Sinclair.
An hour had passed, and Chloe Sinclair was still resting.
Because the office lights were on, even with her eyes closed, the young woman’s eyelids would twitch occasionally. Her long, curled lashes cast a soft shadow beneath her eyes.
Perhaps sensing Jasper Shaw’s approach, Chloe Sinclair’s eyes fluttered open.
Seeing it was Jasper Shaw, her large, clear eyes held a trace of confusion.
But she quickly came to her senses.
She glanced out the window. The sky had already grown dark, and the surrounding office buildings were now aglow with colorful lights.
This was Chloe Sinclair’s first time seeing the Emberfall cityscape at night.
Jasper Shaw’s office was on a very high floor, offering a view of many famous landmarks.
The night view was a kaleidoscope of colors. Most of the buildings outside were illuminated with white light, making the entire city a brilliant expanse against the darkness.
After a moment of stunned silence, Chloe Sinclair looked up and asked, "How did it get so late? Did I sleep for a long time?"
Jasper Shaw glanced at the time. "Not really. If you’re still tired, you can rest a bit longer."
’I can’t believe I spent a full two hours deleting comments online.’
’In the past, I would never have done something so pointless.’
"It’s getting late. Grandpa is probably waiting for us at home. We should hurry back."
They had promised to have dinner with Mr. Shaw tonight, so Chloe Sinclair quickly smoothed out her clothes, ready to leave.
"It’s only seven o’clock. Mr. Shaw doesn’t eat until eight, so we have plenty of time."
As he spoke, he and Chloe Sinclair took the elevator down.
Because of today’s incident, the number of security guards had been increased by several dozen. The number of guards at the main entrance alone had more than doubled.
"Those guards at the entrance... they’re not ordinary people, are they?"
Chloe Sinclair glanced over as they were leaving.
She had noticed them earlier, standing ramrod straight like pine trees at the entrance, almost completely motionless. Their whole demeanor made Chloe Sinclair feel they were anything but ordinary.
"They’re all retired veterans, or those who were injured and had trouble finding work."
Chloe Sinclair paused, taken aback by his words.
"The Suttons, too?"
"Yes."
Chloe Sinclair nodded in understanding.
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