"You praising someone is never a good thing!" Wang said with a shudder. "Ever seen a weasel pay respects to a chicken?"
"Why do you always want to be the chicken?" Cheng Lang couldn't resist chiming in. "Find an iron pot later and stew yourself."
Wang clamped his lips shut, filled with regret. He never should have said that.
"Enough messing around." Wang conceded first. "Today is Tianye's birthday. I didn't expect anyone besides me to remember."
"I was originally going to put together a gathering and invite Tianye out. I didn't expect him to be recording a show tonight. He'll probably be at it until the middle of the night again." Wang sighed. "Tianye hasn't had it easy, either. Don't let his usual bristling attitude fool you. He's actually simple-minded and not very good at making decisions. He has a bad temper and a sharp tongue, so most people can't stand him. That's why he hasn't made many friends in X City these past few years."
"I don't know how you two ended up hitting it off." Wang looked at Cheng Lang, genuinely baffled. Someone like Cheng Lang was clearly worldly and shrewd, yet he had actually become friends with a fool like Meng Tianye. "Since you're willing to treat him as a friend, I'm asking you to talk him down more often. Especially in the entertainment industry—his rotten temper definitely won't get him far."
Cheng Lang disagreed. "If he listened to advice, he wouldn't be Meng Tianye." He wasn't a geneticist. How could he turn a wild horse into a housecat?
"But he'll definitely listen to you." Wang sounded utterly certain. "As long as you speak up, he'll listen."
Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes and studied Wang closely.
Wang got goosebumps under Cheng Lang's gaze. "What?"
"Not bad!"