Hua Jian waited an hour at the Imperial Capital airport before picking up Feng Rong, and the two headed back together.
Feng Rong wore black sunglasses and a mask, keeping his entire face tightly covered.
Hua Jian remarked casually, "Still haven't accepted reality? You're just an entertainer the industry has forgotten now. No one's going to recognize you at the airport."
The entertainment industry moved on too quickly. A "disgraced celebrity" like Feng Rong had long since vanished from everyone's radar.
After going away to shoot a film, Feng Rong had returned looking much better. At least, he seemed far less timid.
He took off his sunglasses and mask, looking around with nostalgia in his eyes.
"Boss, you really know how to stab someone in the heart."
Hua Jian shut the trunk and shot him a sidelong glance. "I spent a lot of money signing you. Now that you're back, you'd better follow my arrangements. If we can't clear your name and my investment goes down the drain, I'll throw you into the sea."
Feng Rong's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help stepping closer to Hua Jian. "Can we really do it? Those people have a lot of power in the entertainment industry."
Hua Jian's lips curved slightly as he said evenly, "Get some rest over the next couple of days and wait for my arrangements."
Hearing the certainty in his voice, Feng Rong's spirits suddenly lifted. He lunged forward and gave Hua Jian a huge hug.
"Boss! You're my savior! Thank you so much!"
Hua Jian staggered under the impact and cursed through gritted teeth, "Fuck, get off me!"
When Feng Rong got excited, he tended to get carried away.
With a cold expression, Hua Jian grabbed his arm and dragged it down. "Get off!"
Feng Rong flushed, looking