Chapter 157
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Min Yu leaned back in his chair lazily. The light from the ceiling shone on his exquisite features, making him look as gentle as jade. "Isn't tea meant to be drunk?"
Zhuo Yun's lips twitched. "But Old Master Tea has been keeping it for decades. If we steal it, he will flip the world upside down."
Steal it?
Min Yu glanced at him calmly and said nonchalantly. "Then don't let him know. Since he has been keeping it for decades, it's easy to keep it for decades more."
Zhuo Yun touched his nose before he cupped his fists at Min Yu. Fine. His boss was the best. He was too short-sighted.
"I'll get someone to do it tonight."
"Uh huh," acknowledged Min Yu softly.
Zhuo Yun held his phone and recalled the dozens of boxes of nerve-soothing incense he had just ordered. For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy. He could not help looking at Min Yu and asked him uncertainly. "Yu, did Miss Huo really buy the incense from this store?"
Even Old Mr. Pei had said that the incense in Min Yu's hands was worth thousands of dollars. He could buy one box online for 299 yuan. Oh wait, the store owner even offered a buy one get one free discount when he heard that Min Yu needed it... Now that he thought about it, Min Yu felt it was fake.
Min Yu gently flicked the sandalwood incense beside him and replied without a change in expression. "Uh huh."
Zhuo Yun scratched his head. He did not suspect anything and said, "The store owner said he would deliver it tomorrow. I asked him to send it by air. You should get it the day after tomorrow."
"Uh huh. You can make the arrangements," said Min Yu airily.
Zhuo Yun looked at Min Yu. Why did Min Yu sound so weird? However, when he thought about it carefully, it did not seem to be a problem.
He shook his head. He was probably overthinking things.
**
Country M.
Huo Tingrui had just gotten off the plane. Tong Yu was waiting for him at the arrival gate and waved at him.
Tong Yu was Huo Xiang's manager.
"Brother Huo." Tong Yu nodded at Huo Tingrui before he reached out to help him with his luggage. "I'm so sorry for making you come all the way here."
"It's fine. How is Huo Xiang?" asked Huo Tingrui as he walked. He looked unusually solemn.
"He's... not doing well." Tong Yu's voice was hoarse. He inhaled deeply and said, "Let's get in the car first."
"Alright."
Before long, Huo Tingrui followed Tong Yu out of the airport and into the car.
"What happened?" asked Huo Tingrui as he glanced at Tong Yu.
"A few months ago, Brother Xiang accidentally injured his spine during a stage performance. At the time, none of us paid attention to it and thought that it was fine. Little did we know that after a while, Brother Xiang was injured again during individual training. When we went to the hospital for a check-up, we found out that the injury had already damaged his nerves …"
Tong Yu wiped his face and continued. "His nerves could have been repaired, but due to negligence, the damage was aggravated. He went to many hospitals and came to the same conclusion. He can no longer perform on stage, let alone do any strenuous exercise. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"Huo Xiang was born for the stage. Giving up on the stage is akin to killing him."
Huo Tingrui fell silent for a moment.
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