Hello Mr. King

“I can’t be like you. Brother Wei lets you do what you want. I have a contract with my company. They’ll shout at me if I get exposed,” Wei Shanshan kept her mirror. She was feeling guilty.

Getting filmed and becoming a meme for a while wasn’t something serious, but if someone got hurt over this, she would be in trouble.

Actors didn’t hire those bodyguards because they loved the glamor. They had their own considerations too.

“Don’t worry about it. Stand proud. Don’t you find this exciting?” Yun Xiangxiang asked,

“It is quite exciting,” Shanshan found it fun.

Xiangxiang went to buy two ice cream cones and gave one to Shanshan. The waiter didn’t recognize them.

“I’ll just have one. Don’t tempt me anymore,” Shanshan gave in to her sweet tooth and took the cone.

She wasn’t like Yun Xiangxiang, who wouldn’t get fat easily. She was fortunate her agent was a man. He did tell her to mind her body shape, but he didn’t do anything crazy like asking her to weigh herself every day.

The pair had the famous Yunnan vermicelli as dinner. Xiangxiang asked Shanshan to call her agent and tell him an address. She wanted him to pick them up there.

“What is this place?” Shanshan was puzzled.

“Qian Yongnian’s home.”

Xiangxiang and Shanshan entered a squalid alley. The way the houses were built was against the law.

One of the buildings had a motel sign hanging outside. Lingerie and underpants were strewn all over the place.

Dusk was approaching, and barbecue stalls were starting their business for the night.

Xiangxiang found a place to sit down and randomly ordered some food. Not long after, Yongnian came back with a one meter seventy-three tall boy.

Yongnian was holding a book, while the boy was carrying a sack which probably carried Yongnian’s sculptures.

“Mr. Qian.”