After Xiao Han regained his senses, he shivered and hurriedly called Du Xiao.
However, in the end, he was told that the International Musicians' Association had forced him out.
"How is this possible… How can this be…"
Xiao Han's face was ashen as his heart ached. He staggered and fell to the ground without any care for his image.
...
Pei Yunge returned to the A.M. Computing Institute.
"What's wrong? It's rare to see you here at this time."
Zhong Shenglin laughed.
"Old Master, didn't you find me a doctor recently? Where is he?"
Pei Yunge's sudden positive attitude stunned Zhong Shenglin, before he couldn't stop smiling. "Wait first. I'll go and ask if he has time to come now."
Zhong Shenglin was very happy. After all, he had always been most worried about Pei Yunge's mental health.
