Duan Chen nodded earnestly, "You’re right, Bo Yan doesn’t have this thing, alas, you’re on your own, I can’t help you; otherwise, just replace Yuran!"
"No way!" Xuan Ze frowned, absolutely opposed.
Duan Chen spread his hands, "So, why don’t you make the call? You can give Bo, the movie star, a thousand reasons why you need Yuran. Who knows, Bo, the movie star, might just get interested?"
The likelihood of that happening was almost zero.
Austin chuckled with interest from the side, "Tang, I think what Duan Chen said makes a lot of sense. Maybe you should do it?"
"You two backstabbing guys!" Xuan Ze angrily grabbed the mobile phone, walked away to some distance, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to dial Bo Yan’s number.
At that very moment, Bo Yan was in Platinum Imperial Palace packing his clothes, preparing to move to Yuran’s place. Xie Cheng followed behind him, looking at his matter-of-fact appearance with an indescribable expression.
He suggested, "Why don’t you work on Yuran’s mindset, and have her move in with you? This way, even if you two are married, no one would know. At Museli, it’s too easy for people to discover an affair."
Bo Yan gave him a glance, "I find that you need me to pay your tuition fees and send you back to school for a couple more years."
Xie Cheng was dumbfounded, "..."
With all the patience of a saint, Bo Yan said, "You have too narrow a range of knowledge, improper use of words, lack of literary cultivation."
Just as he was about to retort, Bo Yan’s phone, left on the sofa, began to ring. Bo Yan stepped out of the dressing room to get it, and his furrowed brows relaxed a bit when he saw the incoming call.
Xie Cheng wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Bo Yan actually seemed somewhat pleased.
This was really bizarre.
Once the call connected, the great movie star Bo greeted mechanically and officially. Whatever the other side said, the movie star Bo sat down on the sofa and slightly lifted his eyelids, "Hmm, go ahead."
Who could be on the phone? Xie Cheng was suspicious, occasionally glancing at his watch. Over five minutes had passed—an unbelievable thing; this man actually spent five minutes just listening?
Xie Cheng wandered over, hoping to catch something of the conversation, but regrettably, he heard nothing.
How strange. If it were work-related, it would have certainly gone through him first. Clearly, it wasn’t, so who was it?
Xie Cheng shuddered, quickly tossing aside those messy thoughts. It couldn’t be possible. With Bo Yan and Yuran getting along so well, how could he have a dog on the side?
Dying of curiosity, yet knowing absolutely nothing.
Just when he was scratching his heart out with the itch to know, Bo Yan finally began to respond, "Is that so? That’s possible, I can cooperate. If her acting is good, then, sure, we’ll do that. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Cheng approached him, "Movie star Bo, don’t tell me you’ve just negotiated a collaboration all by yourself."
The uncertainty and curiosity that surged before were now replaced by soul-shaking terror after Bo Yan’s response. What on earth had he agreed to act in?
Bo Yan seemed to remember Xie Cheng’s existence only then, and with a casual "Oh," he said, "Right!"
Xie Cheng felt as if thunderstruck, chasing after Bo Yan into the walk-in closet, asking somewhat anxiously, "Who was on the phone just now? What script did you promise? And cooperate with what?"
Bo Yan, still organizing his clothing, replied, "’Glory and You, Undeservingly.’"