1565 Qin Zhou's Establishment of Prestige 2

Qin Zhou sneered at him. "Oh, so does having a tight budget give you the right to be preferential? Lin Zhi and Hua Jin are staying in five-star suites, so why is my artist staying in such a dingy room? What? Are they more privileged since they're popular? My charge deserves such a treatment; is that so? You come here and take a look at that layer of dust on the bed; will you be able to sleep there yourself?!"

With his sharp tongue, he lashed out at that person until the latter's face was flushed.

Yun Shishi held back her giggles from the side. Truth be told, the room was not as lousy as he made it seem to be; it was just considered shabbier compared to the main leads' rooms.

What her manager could not stand was that some of the production crew flattered the popular artists and bullied the less well-known.

This was the reason for his ire.

Not daring to offend the ace manager, that person fawned and offered his apologies to them for the poor treatment. Only after the latter brought the former to the reception and had her room be exchanged for a luxurious suite did this matter get dropped amicably.

Although her new room could still not be considered luxurious, it was way better than that miserable room from before.

The artist dragged her luggage inside before she sat on the sofa and sighed.

As she got off the plane, she was forced to shuttle between the production team and home as soon without adjusting to the time difference first. Her body was about to cave in from her exhaustion.

Qin Zhou wandered about the room.

The man, as a result of his frequent international business trips, was very particular about hotel accommodations.

As his artist would be staying in this room for a while, he naturally had to inspect the room carefully before leaving.

Should there be any problems with the water and electricity—e.g., a short-circuit, it could potentially pose a danger to his artist.

Also, there were other things, such as the hot water supply, the door lock's security, hidden cameras stashed at corners, curtains at the balcony, et cetera, to check for.

A lot of attention was paid to a celebrity's place of lodging.

There was once a case of hidden cameras installed in every part of a female celeb's hotel room in Hong Kong. It was later found out that they were installed by that country's paparazzi.

This was why the man was particularly concerned about his artist's privacy.

After ensuring that there were no problems in her bedroom, he walked out and found her already asleep on the sofa.

The stumped and helpless manager then walked over and lightly patted her face. "Shishi?"

"Umph…"

A soft moan escaped from her, just like the purr of a lazy cat.

He sighed and pinched her cheek. "Go bathe before you sleep, or else you'll catch a cold!"

She was truly exhausted.

On top of not getting a good rest on the plane earlier, she was still suffering from a severe bout of jet lag.

Although he, too, shared the same working hours as her, their body constitutions were different ultimately. Moreover, the man usually worked out and had a strong physique as a corollary. His exhaustion did not cause a heavy toll on his body.

"Go take a bath and turn in for the night. You don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow morning so you can sleep in a little longer."

"How about tomorrow afternoon?"

"You'll have to get your measurements taken for the movie's custom-made costumes."

Everyone else sans her had already done so. As she joined the team late, she would have to do it alone.

She nodded in reply. "Noted!"

After nagging at her for a bit more, her manager left the room.

She got to her feet and opened her handbag. Realizing that her phone's battery had gone flat, she went to charge it before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. She realized, afterward, that she had received several missed calls.

They were all from Mu Yazhe.