Chapter 120 : Chapter 120

Chapter 120 “Little Qiao, close the door.”

The matter of Wanshu Zu being hospitalized was not a secret.

In what could be described as the golden period for crisis PR, the company's head person collapsed directly.

The senior executives who attended the meeting had been up for days, but their brains hadn't completely turned to mush.

They didn't call an ambulance, but had someone drive Wanshu Zu to a more private hospital room.

If the entertainment reporters squatting downstairs had photographed Wanshu Zu getting into an ambulance, that would have been a complete and utter disaster.

The news couldn't be completely sealed off, but there was still some breathing room, so the senior executives decisively notified Li Yamin, who was still in Los Angeles.

At that time, Li Yamin was in talks with an executive producer from Netflix.

Wanshu Zu's methods were impressive; he had started networking abroad at the very beginning when streaming media was gradually taking over the big screen.

Disney+, Warner's HBO, Amazon Prime, and Netflix were fiercely competing in the US domestic market.

Internal information plus quarterly financial reports were enough to analyze the general trends.

Among them, Netflix's investment in the film industry made Wanshu Zu smell an opportunity.

In fact, it was Netflix that first took the initiative to extend an olive branch.

In addition to investing huge sums of money to cooperate with famous directors and producers, Netflix also launched a series of emerging filmmaker programs.

It collaborates with three newcomers every year, providing full-process support from development, autonomy, and production to distribution, and is equipped with experienced director-mentors for guidance.

Netflix wanted to use a Chinese face with a certain influence to try to take another step in its internationalization strategy.

An undeniable fact was that in the global celebrity camp, when it came to Asian faces, Hollywood was more inclined towards Japan and South Korea.

On the one hand, it was because the domestic markets in Japan and South Korea were small, and they urgently needed to "export" to obtain a larger market.

On the other hand, it was Hollywood's stereotype.

Directors were an exception.

Directors who could be named in Hollywood had a much higher status than actors of the same ethnicity.

To really bring an actor into Hollywood was equivalent to starting all over again.

Wanshu Zu took Li Yamin to Los Angeles, on one hand, to finalize a new project and open another door for Li Yamin's career.

Whether to continue moving towards internationalization was entirely up to Li Yamin himself.

On the other hand, he wanted to negotiate a cooperation agreement with Lishou Entertainment for the next few years with Netflix.

Although Netflix couldn't enter China due to regulatory restrictions, the censorship of the big screen was different from the censorship policies for online content, so there was a lot of room for copyright cooperation to be discussed.

This was what Wanshu Zu had his eyes on.

A cooperation that was guaranteed to be profitable.

Domestic artists who wanted to go international would be more inclined to sign with Lishou because of the channels.

Foreign film industries that wanted to enter the domestic cinema circuit would also deepen their cooperative relationship with Lishou.

It could be described as eating from both ends.

But because of the tax-evading director and the casting couch incident, Wanshu Zu had to fly back to the country ahead of schedule.

He couldn't let the domestic public opinion ruin this opportunity.

As a result, he fell ill.

Gu An had no choice but to call back the other pillar.

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds and hung up without a word.

Fourteen hours later, Li Yamin got off the plane.

Gu An had expected it.

Knowing that he would definitely rush to the hospital regardless of anything, he simply intercepted him at the airport: "How did the talks over there go?"

Li Yamin showed no expression, nor did he need to report his progress to Gu An: "So-so."

"Let's handle things according to priority, Brother Li," Gu An said.

Li Yamin hadn't slept for over twenty hours.

His eyes were dry and red, and he hadn't shaved the stubble on his chin.

Even a fan would have to look twice before daring to recognize him.

His dark eyes stared at Gu An, empty of everything.

Gu An was unmoved: "Brother Zu would think so too."

Li Yamin curled his lips.

Time hadn't left too many marks on his face, but the things that had settled were solid.

"He would think so too?"

This smile was really not natural, it was hard to tell the emotion.

After Wanshu Zu started focusing his efforts on Shen Weidi, Gu An began to take over more of Li Yamin's related work.

On the surface, he was Li Yamin's executive agent, but in reality, he was doing the work of a general manager, and his commission was also at the highest ratio—Brother Zu would never mistreat those who did real work under him.

After several years of getting used to each other, it hadn't produced any results.

Li Yamin rarely listened to Gu An's suggestions, nor did he need to.

He was always one of the bosses.

Whatever the boss says, goes.

The premise was that the two bosses agreed.

When the two bosses had differing opinions, Gu An was more inclined to side with Wanshu Zu.

So he insisted: "Yes, if we don't handle it well now, it will be a mess again when Brother Zu wakes up."

Li Yamin said lightly: "I thought you were going to say again that this has nothing to do with me."

Gu An was startled.

He recalled the last time he said this.

Li Yamin didn't give him time to be dazed.

With a stride of his long legs, he pushed his own suitcase and walked towards the nanny van.

"Fine, Shen Weidi, right, ha."

As a qualified agent, Gu An of course sensed a hint of trouble in his boss's tone.

To be honest, letting Li Yamin handle Shen Weidi was undoubtedly a bad idea.

When these two met, it would definitely be like adding fuel to a raging fire, crackling and popping to see who would be splashed to death first.

Wanshu Zu didn't manage it much when he was around.

Under his nose, it would at most be a few rounds of swords and shadows, and they wouldn't really fight.

Now that Wanshu Zu wasn't here... it was really hard to say what would happen.

Netizens called Shen Weidi the Crown Prince, thinking he was benefiting from Li Yamin's light, but that wasn't the case at all.

There were also people within the company who secretly called Shen Weidi the Crown Prince, but their factions were completely different.

Anyone who had handled related work could clearly distinguish that Shen Weidi was Wanshu Zu's person from head to toe.

He was Wanshu Zu's prince, not Li Yamin's.

Wanshu Zu might still be considerate of Shen Weidi when handling public relations, but Li Yamin wished he were dead.

The driver was an old hand and knew when to be deaf.

After Gu An got in the car, he directly started discussing work with the boss on the road.

"Before Brother Zu fainted, he had someone call Shen Weidi to the company. The person is still there and hasn't left. Let's go back to the company for a meeting directly."

"Shen Weidi refuses to respond to his remarks on the live stream. We have already communicated with Qiao Tian's side. She has agreed to follow all of the company's arrangements."

"The PR team and the legal department have already drafted a rough plan, which requires you—"

"Gu An."

Li Yamin called him.

Gu An stopped talking and looked up from the notes on his tablet.

Li Yamin leaned back against the seat and pretended to be asleep: "Should I be getting married?"

Gu An: "?"

"How much is Shen Weidi's breach of contract penalty?"

Gu An: "Brother, wait a minute..."

"Wait for what?"

Li Yamin didn't open his eyes, the eyeballs under his thin eyelids moved slightly.

When his voice lowered, it sounded extremely similar to Wanshu Zu's, and even that cold ruthlessness was exactly the same.

"I can afford his penalty. If I don't make him scram now, should I keep him to come to my house for New Year's?"

Gu An: "..."

He has to go to your house for New Year's anyway... wait, aren't you family!

Gu An didn't know about the Li family's messy affairs, why the previous sentence was about marriage, and the next was about firing someone.

Listening to his boss speak, he only felt goosebumps rising wildly.

Li Yamin would definitely do something like this.

"If you fire Shen Weidi now, his endorsements will be very difficult to handle. The unfulfilled endorsement contracts cannot continue to be executed, the initial investment will go down the drain, and we also have to consider disputes with the brands..."

As Gu An spoke, he suddenly realized something.

No.

Shen Weidi had many endorsements.

Not to mention the mid-to-high-end ones, the high-end luxury blue-bloods were basically all obtained by Wanshu Zu in exchange for Li Yamin.

The responsibility allocation and exit mechanism of these contracts were very rigid, and the two bosses had close ties with the brands.

The brands wouldn't fall out with Lishou Entertainment just for one Shen Weidi.

The situation where an artist cannot fulfill a contract due to termination could also be completely avoided, it all depended on how the contract was written at the time of signing.

At that time, Shen Weidi wanted to renew his contract with Wanshu Zu, and his attitude was very humble...

Wanshu Zu wouldn't leave risks for the company.

So... Wanshu Zu had actually anticipated this situation long ago, and all the arrangements were made to have the lowest impact?

He actually didn't value Shen Weidi that much.

After the incident, his anger in pinning the person down at the company wasn't to fully protect him, but that he was halfway through when his body couldn't take it anymore.

For a moment, Gu An was stuck in his seat.

The boss's thoughts were too hard to guess, and the other boss was murderous and just wanted to cut down the troublemaker with one blow.

He was caught in the middle, unable to even pull away!

Fortunately, he still remembered how to deal with Li Yamin.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Gu An said, "Without considering Brother Zu's reaction after he wakes up?"

Li Yamin continued to feign sleep, not answering, as if he had already fallen asleep.

But his hand hung by his side, clenched tightly.

Gu An wasn't sure if his words had any effect.

After arriving at the company, Li Yamin was clearly not as radical as he was in the car.

He didn't see Shen Weidi, and Gu An didn't dare let the two of them meet now.

A group of people had a meeting in the conference room for half a day, proceeding according to the original arrangements of the professional PR and legal department.

Li Yamin only asked two questions.

"Who is Qiao Tian?"

Gu An knew he didn't remember people: "Another artist signed under Brother Zu."

"Who told you to protect her?"

The conference room fell silent.

The company planned to remain silent about the casting couch incident, file a lawsuit against the relevant marketing accounts, and directly post the results of the lawsuit online once they were out.

Shen Weidi needed to come forward to divert attention, and spread some gossip, whether true or false, as a big blabbermouth.

The PR team gave a reasonable explanation.

An obscure Qiao Tian could blow up the internet, in essence, because it involved other big names, whether true or false.

Netizens didn't care at all about who was slept with or who got ahead.

They just wanted to satisfy their curiosity.

The big dish was when a familiar name was linked to a scandal.

What was Qiao Tian?

What PR needed to solve was not the matter itself, but the public's perception.

Since public opinion said Shen Weidi was the Crown Prince of Lishou, what he said naturally had "credibility," which could expand the target from Lishou Entertainment to the entire entertainment circle.

Then, by weakening the relationship between Qiao Tian and Lishou Entertainment, over time, no one would care anymore.

The operation was generally acceptable.

But Li Yamin said: "Do you really think I'm a fool? When I was just starting out, this kind of thing could happen five times in three months. How did we do it before?"

If it were before, Wanshu Zu would have decisively and thoroughly investigated the whole casting couch incident, and the compensation to be claimed from the involved artist would not be a penny less.

The matter would rise to another level.

The industry needs legal and proper supervision.

If someone uses the guise of supervision for personal gain, or if an artist violates artistic ethics under the company's normal management, the company will deal with it severely.

This kind of official jargon, Wanshu Zu could come up with several sets just by opening his mouth.

Wanshu Zu was never worried about things getting out of hand.

What he was best at was turning disadvantages into traffic.

If Qiao Tian was the problem, get rid of one Qiao Tian and her team in exchange for a sense of discipline in the public's mind and a good reputation with the officials.

If Qiao Tian wasn't the problem, Lishou Entertainment was the complete victim.

Shen Weidi's mouth had been cheap for more than a day or two, so it was a good opportunity to suppress him, and at the same time convey a message to the netizens: he couldn't call the shots at Lishou Entertainment.

The subtext was: everything he has now, he earned it himself, without any resource tilting.

Wanshu Zu could even use this to reallocate Shen Weidi's resources to other artists in the company.

He wasn't the type to put all his eggs in one basket, and even two well-packaged baskets like Li Yamin and Shen Weidi wouldn't do.

Li Yamin knew this all too well.

The company team should also understand the boss's style.

Looking at it as a whole, Qiao Tian, who should have been the target, smoothly became invisible.

Even though she might face a career winter for several years, in the entertainment industry, not being used was very telling.

Li Yamin asked again: "Who told you to protect her?"

No one expected that the boss who never cared about things would have such a clear mind.

Li Yamin had briefly washed his face before entering the conference room.

The ends of his hair were still damp, and the low pressure from his body couldn't be stopped from seeping out, making everyone's heart feel inexplicably heavy.

Time was running out.

If the boss didn't give the final say, no one dared to proceed.

The PR team was the first to give in to the pressure. Ignoring Gu An's look, they said with a pale face: "Brother Zu... Brother Zu has..."

"He told you to do it?"

That person braced himself and answered: "He dealt with Li Yichi. If it wasn't to protect Qiao Tian, Brother Zu wouldn't have gone after the publicity agent at this time."

Li Yamin chuckled lightly: "Does my good nephew know he's been dumped too?"

"..."

"Looks like he still doesn't know he's pissed off Azu."

Li Yamin said, "Right, he doesn't have access to the core business, so he doesn't know why such a trivial matter was worth Azu flying back to the country overnight and getting so angry."

"Brother Li."

Gu An had to remind him, "We've briefly talked about how to handle Shen Weidi."

"I'm not firing him, I'm waiting for someone to deal with him."

Li Yamin suddenly became easy to talk to, "Just do as you said."

He looked at Gu An, "Can I go to the hospital now, agent?"

Gu An: "...Don't speed."

Li Yamin stood up directly.

When he pushed open the conference room door, Shen Weidi was standing outside, his face extremely pale.

The two didn't say a single word, remaining quiet all the way from the company elevator to the underground garage.

They got into their respective cars, and the sound of two engines almost blew up the underground garage.

Qiao Tian had been running to the hospital these past few days.

People inside the company were after all better informed, and the PR who contacted her had a very good attitude and didn't speak to her harshly.

Unlike the perfunctory gag order for Li Yichi, the PR asked about the detailed process of the matter, meticulously conveyed the temporary arrangements, analyzed the pros and cons for her, and told her not to accept any interviews or go online.

The PR also told her not to worry, the company would handle this matter well.

Wanshu Zu's attitude often determined everything.

Qiao Tian's contract was about to expire, so the boss probably wanted to part on good terms.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Tian was in a daze.

The casting couch was already a very distant matter to her.

Recalling it now, she couldn't actually remember too many details.

She had also forgotten all those disgusting faces at the dinner table, and even if she saw them again, she wouldn't recognize them.

That night seemed to be very bad, but it couldn't be said to be that bad.

Wanshu Zu and Li Yamin appeared in time.

She only remembered that the agent's hand supporting her was very steady.

Wanshu Zu was like a giant tree, able to easily hold up the small birds resting on it.

He also noticed her ankle, helped her take off her shoes, and then carried her upstairs.

If one were to ask an artist to classify and rate their agents, Wanshu Zu would undoubtedly score full marks in the "reliable" category.

Under him, there was no need to worry about any unexpected incidents.

He wouldn't explain too much in advance and make people panic.

He would only tell you what to do when things were in motion.

Then he would turn accidents into opportunities, as stepping stones for the artists.

This way, even if you encounter trouble, you won't be annoyed.

Wanshu Zu didn't treat people differently based on their status.

He wasn't only patient with people of Li Yamin's caliber—he was very good to Qiao Tian.

Qiao Tian only realized this later.

Because in the discussions, Qiao Tian couldn't offer any ideas.

Compared to the later popular Shen Weidi, she seemed to have been given up on.

She was on the sidelines at press conferences, and afterwards only sporadically took on dramas, playing an unremarkable female Nth role, or making an appearance in projects invested by the company.

But this was indeed in line with the "needs" Qiao Tian told Wanshu Zu that night.

Qiao Tian just wanted to make a little money, so Wanshu Zu would put her in a production every few months.

After the company's cut, the pay she received was still enough to maintain her relatively decent life.

She didn't want to pay too high a price, so Wanshu Zu didn't have very high demands for her either, at most asking her to go to the gym for a few weeks before going on camera.

If a production team actively approached, Wanshu Zu would directly have Li Yichi send the script over.

If she took it, he would arrange the schedule—of course, this situation wasn't common, only happening twice in several years.

Li Yichi had long wanted to get rid of her, but Wanshu Zu pretended not to see it and still made him run errands in between.

He wouldn't invest too many resources in her, but he wouldn't completely let go either.

Just as he said when signing the contract, she didn't need to be nervous, the agent would arrange everything she couldn't handle.

Qiao Tian thought she could continue working like this until the casting couch incident was suddenly exposed.

The plan Wanshu Zu gave was as "reliable" as ever.

If Qiao Tian still wanted to continue in this line of work, she could find another time to talk to him.

If she didn't want to, she could start planning for the future now.

Qiao Tian would gradually fade from the public eye and become an ordinary person.

Not many people remembered her face anyway, she didn't even have a fan group.

And there were so many people in China with the same name, who would know which "Qiao Tian" was which "Qiao Tian"?

Qiao Tian wanted to have a good talk with Wanshu Zu.

She was no longer a fresh college graduate, and she had seriously considered her future plans over the years.

Being open and honest was the mutual respect both parties in a cooperation should have.

Wanshu Zu respected her very much, and she should also respond.

But Wanshu Zu was hospitalized, unconscious.

Because of Wanshu Zu's attitude towards her, Qiao Tian was able to find out the news from various sources.

Almost immediately, she disguised herself and carefully went to the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, the people around Wanshu Zu recognized her and didn't stop her.

She was determined to wait for the boss to wake up.

The staff thought it would be less troublesome to keep an eye on her, so they simply booked a room for her in a hotel near the hospital and let her stay there.

Qiao Tian found it even harder to describe her feelings.

She didn't dare to go to the florist, and visiting a patient empty-handed, she could only sit alone by the hospital bed, her throat filled with something sour and bitter.

She had actually been taken care of by her agent all along, even when he was unconscious.

Many people commented that Wanshu Zu was a ruthless businessman, but Qiao Tian never thought so.

When she was in college, Wanshu Zu knew about her tuition fee problems and fought for a payment of twenty thousand from the production team for her.

When signing the contract, the man readily agreed to her desire to graduate first and positively affirmed her independent ideas.

On the night of the casting couch incident, he got her out and talked seriously with her about her future plans.

Qiao Tian stammered, saying she needed to think about it, so he really let her think for herself, and she thought for several years.

Now that the old matter was brought up again, the agent still prioritized protecting the artist.

In this industry, Qiao Tian had never stepped into any pitfalls.

Even if there were, and one foot was dangling in the air about to fall, the agent would pull her up.

Unlike with Li Yamin or Shen Weidi, Wanshu Zu knew what method would make Qiao Tian feel at ease.

He was clearly a very considerate agent.

From birth until now, Qiao Tian... had never been so accommodated.

Now she was still sitting in the hospital room.

The man in front of her had his eyes tightly closed, quiet and pale.

His expressionless face was relaxed, looking much more haggard than Qiao Tian remembered.

Suddenly, Qiao Tian heard hurried footsteps at the door.

The staff member who arranged her accommodation lowered his voice and shouted: "Wait... Brother Zu isn't awake yet..."

"Do I have to wait until he's awake to step into the hospital room?"

It was Li Yamin's voice.

"That's not what I mean, you guys..."

"Get lost."

This was said by Shen Weidi.

Qiao Tian knew about these two, uncle and nephew, and they had caused quite a stir in recent years.

Online, Shen Weidi was described as if he were Li Yamin's biological son, but people at Lishou Entertainment knew that wasn't the case at all.

They were as close as blood on the surface, but their faces changed as soon as the camera was not on them.

Both of them had tempers they couldn't hold back.

The fact that the matter didn't escalate shows how much effort their agent put in.

Qiao Tian didn't think she should be responsible for the casting couch incident.

The PR directly pointed out that she was the victim, and the current situation was already unfair to her—the agent also never said she should repent for it.

If you really had to count, Shen Weidi was the one who started the trouble.

The troublemaker and the uncle he had always been at odds with were both outside the door, with no intention of restraining their tempers at all.

The man who was hospitalized and unconscious because of this matter was right in front of her.

A fire ignited in Qiao Tian's heart.

What were they still arguing about?

Can't they solve things at the company?

Do they have to argue outside the hospital room?

What else did they want Wanshu Zu to do, did they think he should crawl up and burn his life away even if he was sick?!

Qiao Tian actually didn't have a good temper.

In college, she would lose control of her anger, scold a classmate who confronted her, and held a grudge for a long time.

In the past, she lacked experience and was easily frightened, always feeling that whatever the people around her said should be right, that it was the inherent rule of this unfamiliar circle.

Now she had been in the circle for five years.

She hadn't been close to any demons or monsters, but she had seen a lot, and she knew what a healthy ecosystem should be like.

Status is not authority, and if Qiao Tian really had to choose, she felt that the man on the hospital bed was the one qualified to speak loudly.

And Qiao Tian didn't plan to continue working, so she had nothing to fear.

Qiao Tian didn't make a big noise.

She exited the hospital room with light movements and carefully closed the door.

Then, she turned her head and scolded Shen Weidi: "Who gets lost, why don't you find a mirror and see who should get lost?"

Shen Weidi hadn't had it easy these past few days either.

Wanshu Zu wanted him to stay at the company, so he stayed.

The people at the company didn't treat him differently, but Shen Weidi was sensitive to people's attitudes and could always perceive something from the side.

Wanshu Zu didn't restrict him, but used a more tactful way to package the view that "a dog can't change its ways," only telling him not to cross the line and to follow arrangements.

Shen Weidi had always done so, he didn't know what was different this time.

If there was a difference... it was only the person involved.

Qiao Tian.

This time, Qiao Tian was involved.

Shen Weidi didn't recognize the person in front of him, but was immediately angered by the attack in her words.

His beautiful, fair face flushed with anger: "Who are you talking to?"

"Who else could it be but you."

Li Yamin said lightly from the side, "Used to being a dog and can't understand human language?"

When Li Yamin spoke, Shen Weidi actually suppressed his anger, and said with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Do you have to argue with me in the hospital, uncle?"

"You still know I'm your uncle, how rare. Didn't you always call me Boss Li before? Why the sudden condescension now."

"No one is interested in your family matters."

Qiao Tian's anger was completely filled by this pair of uncle and nephew.

What a mess, the person handling the matter is exhausted, and the people who should be taking action are bickering about their rotten drama in front of me?!

Her expression was frighteningly cold, and she said bluntly, "What are you going crazy for in front of a hospital room? What the hell is wrong with you two? The hospital isn't enough for you to get your brains checked, you have to come out and make a fool of yourselves? Short on money for registration, go ask your agent for funds?"

Only then did Li Yamin look at her properly.

"Qiao Tian."

His voice was not high, and could be considered calm, but just saying the name made Shen Weidi's face change.

Shen Weidi swayed, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.

Shen Weidi and Qiao Tian had only met once that night many years ago.

After the press conference, they basically never met.

During the live stream, he didn't remember who was who at all.

He just spoke quickly and casually said what he had seen online.

Wanshu Zu was furious because of this.

Later, he remembered that when Wanshu Zu talked to him back then, this name also came up.

Qiao Tian.

Wanshu Zu didn't want Qiao Tian to become a target for Li Yamin's attacks, so he chose him.

Shen Weidi's eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, but Qiao Tian showed no fear and glared back, unwilling to show weakness.

The three people who hadn't had a good rest were in a stalemate outside the hospital room, all with obvious hostility.

At this point in the development of the matter, it was not at all difficult to explain the whole story, as everyone had their own reasons.

The staff and the doctor who rushed over upon hearing the news were so anxious that their mouths were foaming.

The two, uncle and nephew, were already difficult enough to handle, and now there was also Qiao Tian, whom Wanshu Zu "favored."

At this moment, the doctor suddenly spoke, his tone urgent, yet with a sense of relief.

"Mr. Wanshu is awake—!"

Several pairs of eyes stared at the viewing window of the hospital room door in unison.

Behind the clean glass, the man on the hospital bed had opened his eyes at some point, expressionlessly watching the outside.

His complexion was still not good, pale and transparent, but his eyes were very bright.

His lips moved and he said something.

Qiao Tian was close to the door.

She immediately pulled the door open and went in.

Just as she had taken two steps, she heard Wanshu Zu say in a hoarse voice: "Move aside a bit, Little Qiao."

Qiao Tian subconsciously did as she was told.

The two outside the door thought this meant they were being allowed in, and both wanted to step inside.

However, in the next second, Wanshu Zu raised his hand.

With a "bang—", something was thrown at the door, right at their feet.

It was a watch.

A Patek Philippe 5905A, with a public price of over four million, was now smashed to pieces.

Not only was the watch face completely shattered, but the hands were also broken, and the gears were exposed to the air.

After throwing the thing, Wanshu Zu was a little unsteady and had to lean back against the hospital bed to feel better.

He was covered in cold sweat, his voice still hoarse, but it was as cold as ice: "Get out, I don't want to see either of you right now."

Wanshu Zu didn't look at the expressions of the people outside the door, his gaze moved to Qiao Tian: "Little Qiao, close the door."

He said, "You, come here, I need to talk to you."

Qiao Tian hesitated: "You just woke up..."

Wanshu Zu remained adamant.

The things he decided on could never be changed.

"I need to talk to you, come here."

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