Bryon Wood could only awkwardly reach up to touch his hair.
"CEO Collins's busy is different from mine..."
'Bryon Wood is really brought low.'
'Before, I thought he was really funny, and his talk show was entertaining, but now I wonder what kind of joke he is.'
'It's all about whether you care or not when it comes to being busy.'
'Once Dylan Collins is mentioned, how come he has nothing to say? Does he realize he can't compare?'
'Dylan Collins is indeed very manly. That's what a real man is—doesn't argue with the woman he loves, spoils her, loves her, watches her make a fuss, watches her laugh. Ah, I can't handle it, I'm swooning again.'
Bryon Wood muttered as he got up, noticing everyone was talking about him, his face turning ugly.
"Alright, I see that whatever I say, you're all going to criticize me. I might as well leave and let you talk, just don't let me hear it."
Bryon Wood walked away directly.
Leaving everyone looking at each other awkwardly.
