Somewhere in the S city.
In the living room, Ji Lingchen and Fang Wen sat on the sofa, exhausted, while Jiang Xun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a lost expression. As for Gong Tianhao, he was anxiously pacing back and forth in the room without a second's pause.
They were the artists of Starlight Entertainment who stood loyal to the company.
Fei Yang, who was sitting in front of a desk and looking at his laptop, finally lost his patience and pinched his eyebrows while looking at Gong Tianhao. "Little ancestor, can't you sit down peacefully for a moment and stop wandering in front of me?"
Gong Tianhao exploded like a lit firecracker, his birdnest of hair swaying to and fro with his shouting. "Damn! Your young master is about to be abducted by a group of bandits and hoodlums to shoot a porno! So what if I'm pacing? Have I even lost the right to pace? Huh?"
