Lin Ao and Long Aotian walked out of the Sicily Bar.
Lin Ao glanced at Long Aotian, who was still immersed in his role, and took a deep breath.
He'd even managed to sneak in another scene before they left.
There was no stopping him. Long Aotian's desire to act was simply unstoppable.
"Store Manager Qiao, I trust you, so I hope you won't break my brother's heart. I'm leaving my brother in your hands. I..."
This was so ridiculous it had gone right through the door of absurdity and made itself at home!
Lin Ao grabbed him and forcibly dragged him away.
He was exhausted. He kind of regretted bringing this guy along.
They drove back to the hotel. The whole way, Long Aotian kept babbling about how brilliant his acting had been, how well he'd performed, and how perfectly timed that single tear had been.
Lin Ao didn't stop him. He just felt his fists tightening as he watched Long Aotian with a fatherly smile.
Just hold on a little longer. He was driving, after all. Heh!
They soon got back to the hotel. Lin Ao quickly shut the door and locked it.
"Aotian... come here for a second. I've got a big treasure to show you."
Long Aotian walked over, curious. What was it? Since when had Brother Lin been hiding a big treasure?
"Take a look at my fist. Is it big?"
Lin Ao smiled.
"Honestly, Brother Lin, I don't think it's that big. It's pretty pale, too. What are you—"
"Raaagh—"
Before Long Aotian could finish speaking, Lin Ao punched him.
"Heh, not that big? It's big enough to hurt you."
The room descended into chaos, with shrieks ringing out one after another.
The other guests were startled. Were young people these days really into