Even Shen Lian broke into a cold sweat for Zhou Yuanlin.
Five minutes later, Ning Sixian casually announced, "Oh, Yuanlin said something came up at work. He can't make it."
Sun Binghe gave Ning Sixian a meaningful look and smiled. "No matter. We'll see each other eventually."
Ning Sixian: "..." Yuanlin, that's all I can do for you.
Barring any surprises, for at least the next three months, Zhou Yuanlin wouldn't come within five hundred meters of anywhere Sun Binghe appeared.
Feng Yueshan's phone kept buzzing. Too drained from drinking and too sleepy to bother checking it, he left it alone. Had he taken it out, Young Master Feng would have seen Zhou Yuanlin cursing every last one of his ancestors.
Still in a good mood, Sun Binghe asked Feng Yueshan, "What else did Mr. Zhou say?"
Feng Yueshan thought back, then gave a soft snort. "Fishing for information? Trying to make me sell out my buddy? Dream on."
Ning Sixian's expression was beyond description.
Sun Binghe didn't press him. That one remark had been enough, anyway.
"What's going to happen?" Shen Lian whispered to Chu Yilan.
Chu Yilan gave it serious thought. "Probably no fatalities."
Shen Lian: "..."
Feng Yueshan fell asleep again, hugging a cushion. In his dream, green fields stretched endlessly, with no towering buildings or glittering nightlife. A tree stood in the distance where earth met sky, and he smelled the natural scent of soil. His mind was blank and relaxed. He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to be waiting for someone.
Ning Sixian called Sun Binghe over for a drink. They didn't need to return to the set tonight, so Chu Yilan told him to do as he pleased.
He had originally intended to have just a little, but Assistant Sun had "never admit