Murong Lanyi then made way for her, but when she entered the door, her hand unnoticeably reached into her pocket.
In her pocket was the extremely sharp scalpel.
If Zhan Xianer and her manager make any unusual moves, they will be attacked by her violently.
The appearance of the judge raised Murong Lanyi's vigilance to the highest level. Even if Zhong Jiawei came, she would not relax.
Zhan Xianer and her manager walked into the room and saw Jiang Zhihao leaning on the bed in the bedroom, with only his shoulders exposed and no intention of getting up.
The manager didn't have any feelings at all, but Zhan Xianer felt very unhappy.
After all, you are also a top-notch actress. What do you think of a grown man lying on the bed with your shoulders exposed?
But the manager didn't speak, and she couldn't say anything. She could only complain in her heart that Jiang Zhihao was not polite.
As for Jiang Zhihao's slightly pale face, Zhan Xian'er glanced at Murong Lanyi and thought that she must be too weak because of Ye Ye Shengge.
Jiang Zhihao didn't mean to explain, he just said: "Actually, there is no need to come to say hello to me."
"This is what it should be. After all, we may be long-term collaborators in the future." The agent said with a smile: "One more thing, didn't Mr. Ke discuss something with you yesterday? I went to his room this morning to serve him.
The student said he never came back, so I just wanted to ask if you know where he went?"
"Mr. Ke and I have only met once, and we are not very familiar with him. Of course he won't tell me where he went. Maybe you should ask someone in the company." Jiang Zhihao replied.
His expression was very relaxed and did not change in any way because he was asked this sensitive question.
The agent did not bother much about this issue. Instead of asking Jiang Zhihao for inquiries, it was better to use this issue to deliberately increase the frequency of contact.
"In that case, I won't bother you anymore. Whenever Mr. Jiang has time, you can call me or Xian'er and have a meal, sing a song or something together," the manager said.
Jiang Zhihao hummed, but had no intention of asking for Zhan Xianer's number.
It was the manager who reported the number on his own initiative. Jiang Zhihao responded casually, not sure if he had written it down.
His indifferent attitude made Zhan Xianer even more unhappy.
She was already very unhappy when her agent reported her number on his own initiative. Jiang Zhihao still looked indifferent, acting as if he was an ugly person.
So after leaving the room, Zhan Xianer immediately couldn't help complaining: "Why did you give him my number?"
The manager knew that she didn't like to have too much contact with men, so he said: "After all, you are the sponsor, so you have to give her some face. Besides, if you don't want to answer the phone, you don't have to answer the phone. Just say you didn't see it."
"It's unnecessary." Zhan Xian'er said angrily: "And if you look at him like this, he still doesn't get up at this time, so he doesn't know what bad things he did last night!"
"A man." The agent laughed a few times.
In the room, Murong Lanyi lifted the quilt, checked Jiang Zhihao's wound, and said: "Although I have been given the best medicine, it will take some time to recover. At least for ten days, you'd better use a wheelchair and don't mess around on your own.
Move. Otherwise, the recovery time may be lengthened.”
"I'll try my best," Jiang Zhihao said.
He disliked the feeling of sitting in a wheelchair. When he had terminal gastric cancer in his previous life, he would either lie in a hospital bed or be so weak that he could only sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around.
He still clearly remembers that feeling of powerlessness.