At Zhao Yulu's home.
Zhao Yulu was home alone, Liu Yujuan had disappeared somewhere.
Zhao Yulu sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, not moving at all, her thoughts a mystery.
Time passed unmarked until she picked up her cell phone next to her and called Han Mengting.
The call connected quickly.
"Mengting, I've resigned from Shengda Literature." Zhao Yulu said.
"What? You resigned? So what are your plans now?" Han Mengting was somewhat surprised.
"Mengting, you must know about what happened with Xu Yang, right?" Zhao Yulu asked.
"Yes, I know, your sister Yu Xin told me." Han Mengting said.
"Do you think I'm materialistic, pathetic, and yet not deserving of sympathy?" Zhao Yulu asked again.
"Yulu, I only know the basics of your situation, I'm not clear on the details, so it's not appropriate for me to comment."
"As for whether I think you're materialistic, or pathetic, or deserving of sympathy, I can't really answer those questions directly."
