Zhang Jingxing was stunned.
Moderate depression?
What a joke. His future was bright, he was happy every day, and he had thousands of fans who screamed their heads off every time they saw him.
Him, depressed?
Moderately depressed, no less?
This Wen Ying was clearly a fraud!
Or maybe this was part of a separate script the director had given her!
In just a moment, a million thoughts raced through Zhang Jingxing's mind.
"I can't believe I actually have depression! Doctor Wen, how can I control this? I don't want to end up so depressed that I have to quit the industry, or even end my own life. I don't want to disappoint my fans, and I don't want my family and friends to worry."
Zhang Jingxing's control over his expression was quite good. For a moment, quite a few people were convinced he was a truly decent celebrity!
When Xie Fu Yao heard Zhang Jingxing's words, a wave of hostility rose in his heart.
