Chapter 220


    Josh smiled. He casually took out his phone and started looking at today’s Weibo’s hottest search


    ranking.


    Those gloomy topics on Weibo have finally disappeared. Even that search about Emily Quest’s


    scandal was gone.


    The hottest topics now were about Chanel’s fashion show. Most of the searches were about


    celebrities watching the show.


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    #Josh Batton watching the show# was number one on the list, followed by exciting headlines.


    Opening an article out of habit, the first image to meet his eyes were nine photos of him watching


    the show in three by three grid styles, posted by X Entertainment’s official Weibo ount.


    Next, he started looking at them one by one.


    X had been captured in each of those photos, but her brilliance was not outshined by his.


    Whenever his fingers swiped to the next photos, his eyes would inadvertently stop at her face for


    the longest time.


    The photographer was reluctant to give up after not receiving a response. He asked again, “Come


    on, Brother Josh, tell me. Do you like her?”


    “Nosy,” Josh muttered. His voice was crisp and warm, as always.


    “I think you like her,” the photographer added. “She’s such a beauty. I like her, as well.”


    “Go to sleep; stop being noisy.” Josh nced at him before extending an arm to turn off the light


    above his head.


    In an instant, the world went dark.


    He lowered his head to focus on scanning Weibo.


    The faint blue light shining on his face made his feature seem all the more pleasant and soft. His


    eyes were as clear as the brilliant milky way.


    The car moved steadily, putting greater distance between him and his fanatic group of supporters.


    Even still, the excited screams traveled into the car.


    Seeing him reluctant to speak, the photographer gave up, and the car fell into silence.


    Josh casually tapped into thements section and could see it filled withments from fans.


    “Ahhhhh… My husband is so handsome.”


    “Ahhhhhhhhh… I’m dying.”


    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”


    Staring at the familiar IDs, his lips curled into a warm and beautiful smile.


    Streetlights illuminated his face as they passed by. As the light and shadow intertwined, his


    appearance gave off a sense of peace andfort.


    “Although I look at our Brother Josh every day, I still can’t get enough,” Josh’s stylist, Winnie Zeller,


    commented as she cradled her chin with a hand and looked at him.


    “You’ll first have to change your phone wallpaper to a photo of me before saying that,” Josh could


    not resist teasing before he continued to browse thements.


    Winnie gave an awkward cough. “Those are just crushes. You’re my true love.”


    Josh chuckled. “Alright, you fickle woman.”


    Winnie tittered. “It’s true. You’re really my true love.”


    Josh shook his head helplessly, ignoring her. He was long immune to the ttery this group of


    people threw at him.


    Scrolling down the page, it was all supportivements from his fans. He was toozy to continue


    reading, so he put his phone back into his pocket and closed his eyes to rest.


    Meanwhile, some of the people in Josh Batton’s Wives Group were creating discussions and


    dering that X Quest was seducing Josh Batton at the fashion show.