Salted-Fish Brother Jiang

Chapter 236

That one sound was truly a twist in the tale, like warblers singing and geese calling—except the voice was a little too masculine. It made everyone's feet curl and toes clench, leaving them desperate to burrow into a crack in the ground.

A stagehand came over carrying a pile of props. Caught off guard by the sound, he stumbled and fell to one knee. One "Fuck" summed up everyone's thoughts.

What the hell was this demonspawn? Why hadn't they noticed earlier?!

Everyone wore the expression of an elderly man staring at his phone on the subway, barely holding back last night's dinner.

"Hello, Brother Hansheng. I'm Yang Luo'er. I grew up watching your shows," Yang Luo'er said, utterly unconcerned by the questioning looks around him. He was simply being his truest self.

He had practiced this part at home countless times and already developed complete muscle memory. At first, hearing himself make such a disgusting sound had given him goosebumps all over. But now, with a sweet smile on his face, it was success or death.

Yes, his father was right. How could the purity of his chrysanthemum compare to a lifetime's worth of money?

Only this way could he live up to his mother's endless crying after finding out, and his younger sister's gaze—thirty percent envy, thirty percent jealousy, and forty percent sympathy!

Jiang Hansheng looked at the hand extended toward him and smoothly avoided it. "Luo'er? I think Gong'er would suit you better."

His lingering voice rang out like a broken brass gong, yet he could still so effortlessly put on that brainless expression that said, "I'm super sweet."

Actor Jiang, the master of sarcasm, had gone online. Everyone on set thought, This is so embarrassing. In the end, though, they were the only ones embarrassed.