Huo Ziheng nodded weakly, his face pale.
Chen Yan looked at him and, stroking his chin, said, "Mr. Huo doesn't seem to be in a very good state of mind, does he?"
He really knew how to hit where it hurts.
Huo Ziheng gave him a listless glare.
It was not just bad— he even felt like jumping into the sea right then!
Huo Ziheng did not respond to Chen Yan's words but turned his head and said to Shen Zha, "Director Shen, I feel a bit dizzy and would like to rest some more."
"Sure, sure, that's fine. You've already withdrawn from the show, so the remaining recordings don't really involve you much." Shen Zha glanced at the live stream's viewership numbers, which had skyrocketed, a sharp businessman's gleam in his eyes, and he placated, "Rest up. If you get hungry, we have lots of delicious food on board."
Huo Ziheng nodded.
[I'm dying of embarrassment for him; Huo Ziheng seems to be radiating an aura of utter shame.]
