Li Hao woke up the next morning feeling drained and hollow. Sleep had offered no peace — only flashes of the night before and memories he couldn't escape, no matter how much time passed.
Still lying on the bed, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Mum is dead, and he wouldn't care about me anyway," he muttered under his breath as the phone rang.
"Hello, Mr. Li," came the familiar voice of the agent.
"I accept the offer," Li Hao said flatly, skipping the usual greeting.
"All right then. Bring your CV and other necessary documents. I'll see you in my office," the agent replied before the call ended.
Li Hao didn't waste a minute. He took a quick shower, dressed neatly, and rushed out of his room.
Yuhan, sitting in the living room watching TV, straightened up when he saw him.
"Li Hao, how are—"
But before he could finish, Li Hao had already brushed past him and disappeared out the door.
