Shen Lian had no idea that after reading his chat history with Lin Fu and the others, Chu Yilan had worriedly given Sun Binghe instructions. Nor did he know what Pang Zhe was plotting.
He and Chu Yilan simply spent the night in the private room.
Early the next morning, Shen Lian picked up a roast duck from Chen's and returned to the set with a heavy heart.
The moment he walked in, he saw Pang Zhe sitting on a sofa nearby, playing a game with a controller. Several A-list stars beside him, all in full makeup and costume, looked upset and helpless.
Shen Lian understood completely. He gave them a slight nod, then went to find Lin Fu.
Lin Fu was doing all right. He didn't have many scenes with Pang Zhe and was sleeping in the lounge.
Hearing the knock, Lin Fu called out irritably, "Who is it?"
Shen Lian had known about his grumpiness on waking since their first project together.
"Chen's."
Lin Fu's tightly knitted brows instantly relaxed. He sprang out of bed, all his lethargy swept away. "Coming, bro!"
Shen Lian chuckled.
Yang Bin had brought breakfast that morning, so Shen Lian had already eaten. Now he sat at the table and watched Lin Fu wash up, then demolish the food.
"So good!" This was exactly what Lin Fu had been craving.
"How did they settle the conflict between Pang Zhe and Cui Zhengsong?" Shen Lian asked.
"How else?" Lin Fu swallowed with some difficulty. "Cui Zhengsong's getting paid a lot, and we all signed contracts before coming here. If he refuses to work, he owes twice the penalty for breach of contract. Plus, Director Su sides with whoever puts up the money. Cui Zhengsong could only swallow it."
"His arm wasn't badly hurt, was