The expert Han said: "Tell Mr. Han about Lin Jiaojiao's situation, and I will report the other matters separately."

"Okay, I'll call him."

"OK."

Paris.

The assistant brought the makeup artist and costume designer to the villa, and Kelly was calling the person in charge of the theater to confirm the situation there.

Seeing the assistant, she waved.

The assistant said to the makeup artist and costume designer: "Just wait for me."

Run over, "Sister Li."

Kelly said to the person on the phone: "Hurry up, time is running out."

"clear."

"Have you brought all the clothes?"

Kylie stood in the living room waiting for her makeup artist and costumer.

"I brought them all, don't worry, I checked them again and again when I came over."

"Well, I'm in the study now. I'll call him. You let them rest first and wait."

"OK."

Han Zaixing was in the study, and the doctor was changing dressings and bandages on his hands.

Kelly came in, Han Zaixing's hands were wrapped again, and the doctor was packing the medical kit.

"how's it going?"

She stepped forward and asked the doctor.

Han Zaixing's hands are somewhat inflamed, not serious, but not minor either.

"Mr. Han's wound is a little inflamed and he still has a low fever. There are no other major problems."

"He has a fever?"

Kelly frowned for a moment, and her voice became more urgent than before.

"Yes, it should be a low-grade fever caused by inflammation, but it is not serious. I have prescribed medicine to Mr. Han. The fever should subside after taking it."

"Okay, I understand, thank you doctor."

"You're welcome."

After the doctor left, Kelly came to Han Zaixing and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

If the doctor hadn't told her that Han Zaixing had a fever, she wouldn't have known.

"unimportant."

Han Zaixing opened his notebook and looked at the documents sent inside.

His expression was cold, and there was no hint that he had a fever or was sick.

Kelly saw that Han was good at it and said, "Do you think this is okay?"

"If you hurt yourself, you won't be able to work or play. If you don't work or play, you won't have money. If you don't have money, what can you do to compete with Zhan Lianshi?"

The reason why reality is reality does not lie in its truth, but in the cruelty of that truth.

Over the past year or so, I don't know how much money I spent looking for Lin Lian. If Han Zaixing wasn't a violinist, he wouldn't be able to find Lin Lian at all.

This is reality.

The cruel and cold reality.

Han Zaixing's hands on the keyboard tightened for a moment.

Kelly said: "I know what you're thinking, but I hope you understand that without a good body, you have nothing."

"You should know this very well."

People who have died once should know how lucky they are to be alive.

Han Zaixing loosened his fingers and said, "She is still alive, how could I die?"

AK conference room, the meeting is over and everyone leaves.

Lin Qinru walked out of the conference room. He thought of something and asked the person behind him, "What time is it now?"

The secretary looked at his watch and said, "Mr. Lin, it's four-fifty now."

Four fifty-five...

Li Qinru stopped. He had not forgotten that tonight was Han Zaixing's concert.

The time is half past six.

It's getting late.

"The rest of the work will be moved to tomorrow."

"OK."

Lin Qinru went to the elevator. It was a long way from AK to the Grand Theater, so he had to go in advance.

Han Zaixing put on makeup, changed clothes, and got into the car.

Kelly sat in the front passenger seat and the car drove out.

She picked up the phone and made a call.

Han Zaixing leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!