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Zhang Zian did not know how he walked down from the stage.

He only remembered the old woman smiling and waving to him before she was pushed back to the backstage, then the hostess stared at him and joked, "You're not planning to leave? Or do you think that you can win the Best Female Lead Silver Bear Award?"

Like someone who had just woken up from a dream, Zian laughed as he hurriedly left the stage. He couldn't disrupt the organizing committee from giving out the awards.

On the way back to his seat from the stage, many celebrities took the initiative to reach out their hands to him. Zian mechanically shook their hands and accepted their congratulations.

"Congratulations to you! Congratulations to Famous!" Feng Xuan sincerely extended his hand to Zian.

"Thank you!" Zhang Zian said gratefully. After all, if Feng Xuan had not chosen Famous as the lead, it would not have won the award today.

Nie Yuan snorted and he did not look too happy. He was probably blaming Zian for not giving his thanks to the film crew on stage.

Yes, many award winners from before and after were excitedly thanking their family, friends, and film crews, but Zhang Zian didn't. From the beginning until the end, he did not mention a single "thank you"––of course, he didn't thank the neighboring committee, either, because it was Famous who won the award and not him.

Lin Feng's face was even more unhappy. After returning to China, he may have to face an embarrassing public relations crisis. He might be asked the same question repeatedly by the media: "How do you feel about losing to a dog?"

Feel your sister!

Lin Feng had no idea how he was going to answer that question––he even had the thought of retiring.

Zhang Zian had already made a guess that his declaration of planning to donate all of the earnings to the UN World Food Program would inevitably be questioned back in China. People would suspect it to be another fake charity––after all, there were too many tainted stories of such incidents in China. But just as Old Time Tea always said, "Whatever we do, we only ask for a clear conscience and to be worthy of this world. Whether or not others understand, what does it matter."

The hostess continued to invite other guests to present the other awards, but Zhang Zian's heart had already flown back to China. It is no longer here.

A few minutes earlier, his phone had vibrated many times. It was obvious that many people had sent him messages and their congratulations, but the strange thing was that he had already muted his phone before entering the hall, so why would it still ring?

Taking the opportunity, Zian quietly pulled out his phone and unlocked the screen.

As he looked at the level up reminder from