Because of the pain all over his body, Chen Jiashu had no interest in arguing with anyone here.
He took a deep breath and simply turned to leave.
Lin Xiyan quickly caught up with him and said at his side, "Brother Chen, now that you've gotten into President Han's bed, he should at least give you some benefits. The only artist under you who can take on this drama is me."
"I still have three years left on my contract with the company. Help me secure this role, and you'll get a sizable commission too. Don't you think so?"
Chen Jiashu sneered. "Even if I can secure it, why should I give it to an ungrateful traitor like you? I have resources. Plenty of people would be willing to become my artists. Stop hovering in front of me, or I'll beat you up."
After saying that, he braced himself against the wall and continued to shuffle away.
After finally making it back to his room, Chen Jiashu ran himself a bath and scrubbed himself clean inside and out.
He was not the type to get fucked and then want to die over it.
Instead, he was considering how to maximize the benefits from this matter.
Last night, Han Ziqing had been drugged, but after the effects wore off, he had seen Chen Jiashu's face clearly.
Given the Han family's influence, his background would definitely be investigated thoroughly.
After running it through his mind, he only felt increasingly lightheaded. He touched his forehead and guessed that he had a fever.
After washing up, Chen Jiashu forced himself to call a car and had it take him to Song Shi'an's home.
It seemed that Song Shi'an was the only person he knew in this city.
He entered the passcode and stepped into