It's like high blood pressure sneering at last night's mistakes.

Gu Qianmeng watched Qiye's one-man stand-up play for half a day. Then he looked at the back of Qiye's negative departure and the gold card. Finally, he couldn't help shouting.

"Feed, what do you mean?"

The earth-shaking shutdown!

The main restaurant of the Asian Hotel, with a high-style violin melody.

The chef bakes on the spot.

There are magic performances from different countries.

Everything is harmonious, not lively.

"Who of you saw Master Qiye!"

Strolling out of the side door elevator, Gu Qianmeng spoke perfect English.

"Thousand Dreams!" Sun Jingya, with dark circles of eyes, shouted with joy!

Then, nervously...