After personally seeing off every guest at the entrance, Zhuang Yushu directly booked a hotel room.
He truly did not have the strength to go home anymore.
He collapsed onto the sofa in the hotel room.
Covering his face, he did not want to say another word.
His manager had already learned just how eventful the charity gala had been.
He sympathetically patted Zhuang Yushu on the shoulder.
After a long while, Zhuang Yushu suddenly asked, "Which temple did you recommend I visit last time?"
"Pfft." The manager, who was not only Zhuang Yushu's colleague but also his good brother of many years, suddenly burst out laughing.
When Zhuang Yushu looked over, the manager hurriedly waved his hands. "Sorry, sorry, but I really couldn't hold it in. You know, that whole plot where a staunch materialist's worldview suddenly collapses and he immediately swings to the other extreme is just too funny. I don't think you're planning to pray at a temple. You look more like you're about to shave your head and become a monk."
In front of his manager, Zhuang Yushu had none of the elegance and refined bearing he displayed in public.
He let out a devastated sigh and grabbed a cushion from the sofa, throwing it at him.
The manager caught the cushion with one hand and checked the ringing phone he had taken from his pocket with the other. "It's a call from the company. I'll go take it."
Zhuang Yushu nodded indifferently.
He now had his own independent studio. The company his manager referred to was actually their former employer.
Of course, his studio still had plenty of collaborations with the company.
Normally, the company rarely interfered with matters on his side.
But today was different. Zhuang Yushu knew that today was different.
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