At three o'clock in the morning, Bai Zhi received a call
"Ms. Bai," his assistant's voice trembled, "Mr. Zhou said... He wanted to try what it feels like to die suddenly."
She threw the measuring cup and rushed into the garage, only to find him leaning lazily against the car door, shaking the bottle of energy drink I had forbidden in his hand.
"It's so lenient," he raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you stay at my house and keep an eye on me?"
Later, on the podium in a global live broadcast, he suddenly unzipped his team uniform.
The secret pocket I sewed on the inside was exposed, and three crumpled tubes of nutritional cream were stuffed inside.
"Can you try it now?" He raised his lips to the camera, "Baizhi said it's okay - I can do it."
