Hmm? Xie Cheng was puzzled as he tried to recall, "The conversation we just had, after so many words, which sentence should I repeat?"
Bo Yan looked at him and sneered, "Whose music video was Yuran going to shoot?"
So, that was it. Xie Cheng’s tone still carried a hint of mockery, "Hahaha... you’re talking about this? It’s just your ’Plague God’ trying to break into the entertainment industry. Isn’t that overestimating her abilities? It’s that little princess from the Bai Family, Bai Leyao."
Bo Yan, "The sole creator of ’Voicing Love,’ a song that’s popular everywhere, in your eyes, is just an overestimating... person?"
Xie Cheng: "..." If you’re going to be sarcastic, just be direct, can you drop the passive-aggressiveness?
Bo Yan, "I think, I really need to consider changing my agent. Your vision truly worries me!"
Xie Cheng couldn’t sit still any longer, straightening up, "No, no, no, Bo Yan, let me tell you, don’t take this personal revenge publicly. I was just speaking my mind. Yuran has indeed changed a lot.
Let me put it this way, I probably just despised her for too long and can’t adjust my perspective just yet. You don’t need to be so angry about it, I wasn’t talking about you.
In the past, when I spoke about her, you didn’t react this strongly. You couldn’t possibly be..."
The thought that followed was something Xie Cheng couldn’t bring himself to continue. The possibility was too low. As Bo Yan turned around slowly, he quickly shut his mouth, forcing an awkward smile.
Bo Yan, "Go on, why don’t you continue?"
"Isn’t it, Mr. Big Movie Star Bo, why so filled with resentment today? I didn’t do anything disagreeable to you today!" Xie Cheng introspected. "I just spoke ill of Yuran, and you’re actually this angry. Could it be that you really..."
Xie Cheng took a step back, hitting a cabinet, and winced. Bo Yan glanced at him, took down the thermometer to check the temperature, then lay back down, "I’m fine, no need to take care of me!"
"That won’t do, you need to attend the film festival in two days!"
"Why aren’t you going? Didn’t you mention you would consider it?" Xie Cheng was flabbergasted.
Bo Yan, "I don’t feel like considering it anymore, and I don’t want to go!"
Xie Cheng was inwardly falling apart: Whose artist is this difficult? Whose artist is this whimsical? Whose artist is so self-centered?
Xie Cheng, "Mr. Big Movie Star Bo, not to criticize you, but while you’re popular now, you might as well capitalize on it. Just remember, if your stardom ever fades, don’t blame me for not lining up jobs for you, and ending up unrecognizable on the streets."
"If they don’t recognize me, why are you angry?"
Xie Cheng was so furious he nearly had a heart attack, "Why on earth am I here not sleeping in the middle of the night, coming here to seek abuse?"
"From here to the main road outside, it takes at least half an hour on foot. Yuran won’t get into trouble inside Platinum Imperial Palace, but once outside, if anything happens, you go explain it to my mom!"
Xie Cheng looked as if he had been struck by lightning, "I need to go check on it!"
Watching Xie Cheng’s retreating figure leave, Bo Yan gently closed his eyes, his mind filled with the news of Yuran’s desire to enter the industry.
Just after leaving the house, Yuran complained about Xie Cheng being stingy for not lending her a car, furiously thinking that if she caught him slipping, then...
After complaining for about twenty minutes, a car stopped beside her with a screeching halt. Yuran glanced sideways, seeing the half-lowered car window revealing Bai Shaoyu’s subtly sinister delicate face, a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Yuran?"
Alarms went off in Yuran’s mind, and she chuckled lightly, "Mr. Bai, what a coincidence!"