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"Mr Phuwin can you give your personal opinion on Unique?"

"No no I–"

"He doesn't feel well,sorry." Naravit smiled to the camera and pushed the mic away from Phuwin.

"Phuwin,smile for the camera!"

"Phuwin,look here."

Phuwin was lightheaded,he could only smile and pose.For the past three days,he had been throwing up all the foods he ate.Naravit dragged him to the restroom.

"fuck,i feel hot and dizzy." Phuwin mumbled as he held onto the wall.He still had that little smile on his face.

"They should stop.I don't think you can handle it like Archen does."

"I'm not the one making choices here.I'm fine.Worst-case scenario I'll die and that doesn't sound bad to me,I'll die young and pretty." Phuwin laughed.

That was Naravit breaking point,he called Phuwin's manager,Yod.

"Yod listen to me,stop giving that shit to my boy.He can't handle it.He's going to die Yod.He's going to die overdosed."

"He should close his mouth and shut the fuck up then,if he was obedient none of this would have happened.Do you think it's easy for me to be his manager.Why can't he understand that he should just exist and look pretty."

"Listen here you fucker,this is not about his career anymore,this is between life or death."
"I'll sue you and your fucking company— Hello? Hello?!"

Yod hung up the phone.