Jian Ran rolled his eyes, pulled his pajamas up, and snapped, "I was teasing you?!"
"Who keeps standing outside my door without any clothes on?"
Lu Yanting pressed his lips together, a slight curve appearing on his handsome, refined face. "Just a coincidence."
"So you standing outside my door right now is a coincidence too?" Jian Ran raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.
Lu Yanting slowly shook his head. "We're both in the same film, so we're in the same boat. Naturally, we should share any news or inside information."
"Ha." Jian Ran laughed. "Then tell me this first. How did you know that old gentleman asked me to help him find someone?"
Lu Yanting pursed his thin lips. "It wasn't hard to find out. Old Mr. Bai approached me too, after all."
Jian Ran said, "..." What a crafty old fox. He'd prepared a backup.
As they were about to fight side by side, Jian Ran could only invite him inside to exchange information.
The waters of wealthy families ran far deeper than those of the entertainment industry. They looked clear and transparent, but were filthy underneath. There was no telling how many unknown matters outsiders could never discover.
As a member of a wealthy family, Lu Yanting probably knew these secrets like the back of his hand. Jian Ran sat on the sofa, ready to listen attentively and indulge in some gossip, only for that cool voice to start discussing work in all seriousness.
"Have you read the script?"
"Huh?" Jian Ran was baffled.
Lu Yanting glanced over. "I've read it. I'm not very satisfied."
"What aren't you satisfied with?" Jian Ran was even more baffled.
"The investigation into that fire caused quite an uproar back then. Aside from the mystery surrounding the case,