Chapter 171 Apology

Wang Wenbin returned home, threw his bag on the ground, and lay directly on the bed, tired, mainly mentally exhausted. Every time he went to the talent market, he felt like a piece of pork on the butcher's cutting board, waiting for others to cut and slaughter, and others still had to pick and choose. Wang Wenbin was too lazy to go out for dinner. On the way back, he bought instant noodles, boiled a kettle of water, and started soaking them. The life of an old bachelor should be like this.