Blaine Xia put the note into his pocket. Zuo Meiying was in stable condition and he didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore. As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he lit a cigarette for himself. There was a smell of white sandalwood inside, which made him irritated and pinched out the cigarette.
Back at the B&B, Blaine Xia bent his elbows and leaned on the balcony railing, overlooking the Pula River tonight. The river wind became stronger and blew his hair into a chicken coop. He imagined with evil intentions, if Everett Cao was here, would it be possible? Being blown into a gorgon? Not to mention, he really wanted to see it.
The phone suddenly trembled. It was Marlow Zhu's call. When the call was answered, Marlow Zhu was a little surprised that he was not sleeping. Blaine Xia asked her to speak directly. It turned out that Xia Weisen went to the studio to block people again. Unfortunately, Blaine Xia was there. Golan, the cheap dad, made a fuss in the studio, but Marlow Zhu called the police and drove him away.
Xia Weisen sincerely praised Marlow Zhu: "Well done, I don't mind sending him to jail for a few more years."
On the day of the wedding, Blaine Xia was so distracted by Xia Weisen's blackmail that he almost didn't feel a trace of the happiness that marriage should have. Fortunately, he was used to wandering in his mind. It was the nature of an artist to sternly claim to be unconstrained, so it wouldn't be too strange to express it.
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