The Slacker Returns Home

The caller was Li Mingyu.

Only then did Li Wenchuan remember that he had promised to return to the Li Family for dinner. He had just come back and had been swamped with work, so he had nearly forgotten.

He answered the call. "Hello?"

The person on the other end fell silent. Perhaps they had not been in touch for too long, or perhaps Li Mingyu did not know how to get along with his older brother. He only spoke after Li Wenchuan said "Hello?" a second time. "Bro, do you have time lately? Come home for dinner."

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, Li Mingyu assumed the other party would refuse again. He was only carrying out Li Zhengyuan's instructions, yet he still felt a little disappointed.

Before that feeling had even settled, he heard Li Wenchuan say, "Sure."

"Huh? Aren't you filming lately, bro?"

"Did you do that on purpose?"

"Hm?"

"If I were busy filming, I wouldn't be able to go home. The way you asked..."

"No, no, I just meant we could pick another time if you were busy."

"It's fine. Tonight, then."

After hanging up, Li Wenchuan's easy agreement left Li Mingyu questioning his life a little. Still, he sent Li Wenchuan a WeChat message. "I'll have the driver pick you up then."

Li Wenchuan did not have a car, and taxis could not enter the villa complex without identification. It was simpler to send the family driver and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Thinking back on their conversation, Li Mingyu felt that something was off. He had been in business for years; his brother had clearly been on a production crew recently, yet now he seemed so free. He hurriedly instructed his assistant, "Find out what exactly happened to my brother's production."

When his brother had suffered