Because of his special status as a celebrity, Gong Qiming had his own cell phone.
He happened to be filming with the crew when he received the call.
"Who is this?" Gong Qiming took a sip of water to moisten his throat and then heard a cold voice from the other end.
Gong Qiming almost choked to death on the water stuck in his throat.
He immediately felt an urge to hang up the call.
"If you hang up, I’ll come to find you."
Yan Sinian’s threat proved very effective.
Gong Qiming hummed twice, swallowing the water, "What’s up? If you’re looking for me, come find me, am I supposed to be scared of you? In this lifetime, you might not even be able to beat me."
Despite his words, there was an unmistakable whiff of bluster in his tone.
Yan Sinian couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him, "I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh, a person like you is actually coming to me for help one day? Seems like I got it right, you really did slack off on your cultivation in this life, tsk tsk, no wonder a grand Sword Cultivator ended up being a doctor. Let’s get one thing straight, it’s expensive to ask for my help, do you know my current market value? I charge by the hour, it’ll scare you to death!"
Upon hearing that Yan Sinian needed his help, Gong Qiming was smugly proud, a punchable smile spread across his handsome face.
Yan Sinian, however, was straight to the point: "It’s about your junior sister."
Gong Qiming clammed up as if someone had pinched his mouth, and his earlier arrogance vanished.
"What happened? Did something happen to Qingqing? How could you not take care of the child? I’ve only been away for a short while and something’s already happened, you’re busy with this Medical Association and that Research Association every day, don’t you know you should look after your junior sister, I’m telling you..."
"Before ten o’clock tonight, meet me in Zhuancheng."
Yan Sinian hung up the phone, leaving Gong Qiming with a belly full of words that he had to swallow back, seething with anger.
Damn it! Yan Sinian, that bastard, couldn’t he let him finish his sentence?
Though he complained, when it came to matters concerning Yue Qingqing, Gong Qiming didn’t dare to dawdle and immediately asked the director for leave.
The director’s face twitched, "You’re leaving today?"
Gong Qiming helplessly replied, "I know it’s sudden, but I really have to..."
"Fine, fine, leave now, I’ll have Xiaowang take you. Is the stage manager around? Quickly arrange a car for Xiaogong, he needs to take a leave!"
The crew was delighted, as if it were a holiday.
Finally, their ears would no longer be tortured.
Only then did Gong Qiming realize that the director’s twisted expression was actually an attempt to hide his joy at the news.
The moment he heard he was taking a leave, he didn’t care about any shooting schedules, almost wishing he could set off firecrackers to celebrate Gong Qiming’s departure.
Gong Qiming was furious for a long time before he calmed down.
He was still in a foul mood even when he met Yan Sinian.
"Spit it out, what exactly happened? I’m the male lead, I took a special leave from the set for this, without me, the whole crew can barely function, you know how much money is being wasted every day?"
"Heh," Yan Sinian responded with a cold laugh, paying no mind to his boasting.
The two hadn’t seen each other for who knows how long, and when they did there was no intention to exchange pleasantries, only mutual disdain written on their faces.
The moment they met, Gong Qiming roughly figured out Yan Sinian’s cultivation base.
His initial plan to beat him up upon arrival naturally fell through.
As they spoke, he became a bit more cautious, "You really have something important, right? You’re not planning to lure me here to throw me in a sack..."
He wanted to teach Yan Sinian a lesson, and Yan Sinian probably itched to get a hand on him as well.
Luckily, Yan Sinian was somewhat older than Gong Qiming and not as childish, so he got straight to the point about the matter at hand.
"An evil cultivator has set his sights on your junior sister. He’s quite strong and specializes in Artifact Refining."
Gong Qiming tensed up, immediately rolling up his sleeves in anger, "There’s such a thing? Beat the crap out of him!"
Who was so blind to even think of laying a finger on his junior sister.