He opened the red envelope with a feeling of utter desolation, the amount of 0.01 yuan made him despair.
He looked grimly at the great actor Bo Yan, "Bo Yan, do you have no heart? Is all my hard work for you only worth this little money? Is this how you treat me? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Bo Yan responded matter-of-factly, "Be grateful, where can you find an artist as worry-free as me?"
Xie Cheng: "..."
As he spoke, Bo Yan continued chatting with Yuran, while Xie Cheng stared at the sky, speechless. He felt a deep sense of humiliation; the person humiliating him was his own artist, which made it even harder to bear.
Yuran, lying on her bed, saw Bo Yan's reply and opened it, suddenly bursting into laughter.
[Bo Yan: "Baby, that guy must be more than just a fool, but since he's rich and foolish, don't mind it. Just think of it as doing a good deed, helping the needy."]
[Yuran: "Brother Qi, when are you coming back?"]
