It was already 10:30 p.m. when Zheng Zaisheng returned home. Exhausted, he took off his coat and gently hung it on the rack. There had been no end to dinners and social engagements lately. He had finally adjusted to the pace, but he still felt somewhat overwhelmed.
Several acquaintances in the industry had told him he would most likely make this year's shortlist for Best Director. Zheng Zaisheng was quite satisfied with that.
He sat on the sofa to recover for a while, then took out his phone and casually opened his Moments. The first post he saw was from Zhao Linxiu.
Zhao Linxiu seemed to be somewhere like a club. The background was dark and extravagant, while the nearest table was covered in alcohol. Zhao Linxiu had posted three crying emojis with the caption: [Had I known welcoming my brother back to the country meant drinking myself to death, I would've told you not to come back.]
Zheng Zaisheng pursed his lips in a quiet smile. In truth, aside from the drinking-table posts, Zhao Linxiu's Moments were quite varied. He had a strong urge to share things—blue skies, white clouds, mountains and rivers, even stray cats he happened to spot by a greenbelt would all be recorded one by one. Someone like that, such a good person... Zheng Zaisheng gently rubbed the screen, only to accidentally tap Like.
Zheng Zaisheng immediately sucked in a breath. But then he remembered Zhao Linxiu was busy entertaining friends and probably would not notice, so he quickly removed the like.
Then, the very next second, Zhao Linxiu called.
Pretending he had not seen it would be too fake. Zheng Zaisheng thought for a moment before answering. "Hello, Mr. Zhao?"
"Director Zheng, are you looking at your phone?" Zhao Linxiu was clearly drunk. "How