While Yuan Zhou was busying himself with the decoration, Wu Hai nevertheless fell into a low point in his creative work. Of course, one wouldn’t have the creative impulse if he didn’t eat anything but just drank some water all day long.
The broker of Wu Hai was a capable man called Zheng Jiawei, although he was a little womanish because he liked to cry. For example, now.
"Wu Hai, we have been working together for years. Just when your gastric disease finally gets better, you start to give up on yourself again," Zheng Jiawei said with a sorrowful look while wiping the tears from time to time.
"How many times have I told you to speak normally? If you continue talking to me like that, just get out of here," Wu Hai said mercilessly.
