The Brain Gold Advertisement that Gets Cursed Badly!

The next day.

9 in the morning.

Zhang Ye's ringtone sounded out, waking him up from under the blankets. He had slept late last night and hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

When the first call came in, Zhang Ye turned around, ignoring it.

Only when the second second call came did Zhang Ye stretch out his hand to pick it up impatiently.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Teacher Zhang, its me."

"Who?"

"I'm Wu Mo."

"Oh, CEO Wu, hello."

"Are you still resting at home? Sorry for disturbing you."

"It's fine. Tell me if there's anything."