Gu Weiwei went back to her room, and Fu Shiqin also pulled Ling Jiao out, leaving He Chi and Lu Hao standing in the living room staring at each other.

Lu Hao glanced at He Chi and asked curiously.

"Dr. He, my leg injury is really healed, you don't need to come here again."

He Chi chuckled twice and pointed in the direction Fu Shiqin had left.

"I was just taking a break when Fu Xiaoer dragged me over, so I just came to check it out."

If Fu Shiqin were still alive, he would definitely expose him, saying that he was never invited at all, and that he shamelessly begged to come over.

"Oh." Lu Hao nodded, then asked, as if remembering something, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." He Chi shook his head.

Lu Hao checked the time. "There's a restaurant nearby. Let me take you there."

“Okay, I’ll do as you say,” He Chi readily agreed.

Lu Hao led him away from the apartment to a nearby restaurant, where he ordered the food and paid the bill.

After all, they came all this way and took good care of him while he was sick.

However, the restaurant was slow to serve the food. After only two dishes were served, it had already been an hour and a half since the appointment with Gu Weiwei was made.

"Dr. He, I need to go back and talk to the director about the filming for tomorrow and the day after. I've already paid the bill, so please continue eating."

"Ah, I'm eating alone?" He Chi asked in surprise, holding the bowl.

"I...I'm going to talk to the director about work," Lu Hao said.

"Going a little later won't be a big deal," He Chi said.

Lu Hao looked troubled. "No, the director doesn't like actors who aren't punctual, and tomorrow and the day after are very important scenes."

Besides, he's just having a meal; there's no need to keep him here.

"It's too lonely for me to eat here alone," He Chi said, quite dissatisfied.

Lu Hao thought for a moment and then made a call to his agent, Qiao Lin.

Less than five minutes later, Qiao Lin arrived.

"Brother Qiaolin, you stay here and have a meal with Dr. He. I need to go and discuss tomorrow's scenes with the director."

"Okay, go ahead." Qiao Lin waved his hand, then sat down opposite He Chi to "keep him company" while they ate.

He Chi looked at Qiao Lin, who was sitting opposite him and looked effeminate, and immediately lost his appetite.

"Well, you should just go do what you need to do. You don't need to have dinner with me."

"Then who else would Dr. He like to have dinner with?" Qiao Lin asked with a half-smile.

It was one thing for him to infiltrate Lu Hao's fan club and call to show concern for this and that, but now he's even come to visit the set. Does he have that much free time?

He Chi did not answer, but instead asked a question.

"How did you handle the ghost incident last time?"

Qiao Lin looked at her warily, "This...is none of your business."

This gave him a strange feeling that the cabbage he had just taken in was being eyed by wild boars outside.

"I'm just expressing my concern from a medical and scientific perspective; don't believe too much in these superstitious and supernatural things," He Chi said.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the thought of the series of strange things that happened to Gu Weiwei made him feel a little uneasy.

"Then you won't need to worry about it. Lu Hao will be sharing a room with me recently," Qiao Lin said frankly.

Upon hearing this, He Chi nearly flipped the table on the spot.

"What? Sharing a room with you?"

Everyone knows Qiao Lin is gay, yet he still dares to share a room with him.

Qiao Lin frowned and asked when he saw his expression.

"What's that expression on your face?"

He Chi put down his chopsticks and leaned slightly forward to stare intently at the other person.

"Even though you are an agent, don't even think about using your position to do anything wrong."

Qiao Lin understood the implication in his words. He thought that having Lu Hao share a room with him meant that he had designs on Lu Hao.

"Dr. He, who exactly is plotting something?"

Please, he has absolutely no interest in pretty boys like Lu Hao, okay?