Mo Aini had never felt happier in his whole miserable life. It was in fact so good to be true, that he expected that something bad will happen eventually.
And he was right.
When he woke up from the hotel this morning, he noticed some red spots all over his skin. He also felt cold easily, and lost more of his stamina. He first thought that must be due to the fact that they were shooting all day and he was shooting.... ahem, shooting everything at Hu Dongtian at night.
But this was a different kind of fatigue.
After all, he was able to stay standing even with all the workload given to him as a secretary/ manager. This was even nothing compared to that. Because even when he was tired managing both the company and this whole Tu Xingjiu act, at least he has love to relieve him of the stress and pressure.
