"Who dares to say that now!"
Cary stood on the table, one hand holding a microphone, the other pointing to the sky.
Ye Xian watched his shaky body, fearing he might suddenly fall and ruin his face—a celebrity's face, especially that of a popular star, is insured.
That face is insured for at least a hundred million.
"Be careful, come down now!"
"Ye's followers, tell me, when my TV series becomes a hit, will anyone still label me as just a variety show personality?"
"Definitely not, everyone will praise you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well then..."
Cary stepped off the table and then with a thud, lay on the sofa like a dead dog.
"..."
Ye Xian sighed and pulled out his phone, speechless.
When Cary's assistant arrived, he settled him into the hotel, swiped the card, took a taxi, and did not return to the hotel until nearly 1 a.m. Ye Xian took a shower, and with a sore back and a tired body, lay down on the bed.
"Finally, I can rest well. I'm going to sleep till noon..."
