Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Seeing that Lin Bufan showed no sign of stopping, Duan Jiabao quickly changed the subject: "Well... Shitou's matter is more important! She's being cyberbullied every day now, and she doesn't even dare to leave the house..."

Peng Jiahe took the opportunity to break free, rubbing her red cheeks and nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Sister Dabao is right! Business is more important!"

As he spoke, Peng Jiahe hid behind Duan Jiabao: "Brother, you can teach me a lesson anytime, but that girl named Luo Yan must be in urgent need of help right now. Brother, you must prioritize!"

Lin Bufan snorted coldly and decided to let Peng Jiahe go for now: "I'll deal with you after this is over!"

Then, Lin Bufan turned to Duan Jiabao and said, "Isn't it just to show support for that stone? Send me the full video and I'll help clarify it right now!"

Lin Bufan had just taken out his cell phone when there was suddenly a commotion outside the set.

"What's going on?" Peng Jiahe stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

At the entrance of the studio, more than a dozen bodyguards in black lined up to clear the way, and an extended version of Rolls-Royce slowly stopped in the middle.

The car door opened, and first a dog leg wearing custom-made trousers stepped out gracefully, followed by Sang Biao wearing sunglasses, a pure gold dog tag around his neck, and walking out with a ruthless step.

As soon as Sang Biao stood still, the black-clad bodyguards on both sides immediately shouted, "Welcome Your Majesty!"

"Fuck!" Peng Jiahe's eyes widened. "Uncle Biao's show..."

Lin Bufan glared at Peng Jiahe, who immediately covered her mouth, her eyes rolling around as she changed her words, "This bastard is quite ostentatious..."

Sang Biao took a few steps forward with an elegant, dog-like gait, followed by four beautiful assistants in professional suits. One held a diamond-studded dog bowl, another held a parasol, a third carried a leather dog bag, and the last used a tablet to monitor Sang Biao's social media data in real time.

Sang Biao nodded in satisfaction and waved his paw, prompting an assistant to hand him a specially made small microphone. He cleared his throat and barked twice into the microphone, prompting the assistant to announce loudly, "Your Majesty says he'll take care of afternoon tea today!"

"This is too..." Peng Jiahe was stunned and couldn't speak clearly.

Lin Bufan snorted coldly: "This bastard is getting more and more arrogant."

Sang Biao seemed to have heard Lin Bufan's voice. He glanced over from behind his sunglasses and immediately walked over with a ruthless pace. The beautiful assistants behind him hurriedly trotted to catch up, as if they were afraid that Sang Biao would fall.

Walking up to Lin Bufan, Sang Biao took off his sunglasses, slowly took the tablet from his assistant, and typed quickly with his claws: "Unfilial son, why don't you kneel before me?"

Lin Bufan slapped the dog on the head: "Kneel down, your uncle!"

Sang Biao was hit so hard that he staggered and his sunglasses were tilted. The bodyguards behind him immediately surrounded him, but were pushed back by Sang Biao with a claw.

Peng Jiahe watched from the side, drooling, and muttered quietly, "Brother, hitting Uncle Biao like this... no, hitting this bastard, isn't that too disrespectful..."

Sang Biao adjusted his sunglasses and continued typing: "For Jiahe's sake, I won't argue with you." After typing, he threw a coquettish glance at Peng Jiahe.

Lin Bufan grabbed Sang Biao by the scruff of his neck and said, "Stop acting so arrogant! Tell me, why are you coming to my set?"

Lin Bufan grabbed Sang Biao by the scruff of his neck, his four paws flailing in the air, his sunglasses tilted to one side. He furiously pulled out his phone and typed rapidly with his paws: "Rebellious son! Let me go! I'm here to film a movie today! You promised me a role!"

Lin Bufan then remembered that he had promised this bastard to participate in "The Battle of the Forbidden City" in order to help Zhong Xiaoqin find the cat. Lin Bufan let go of his hand, and Sang Biao fell to the ground with a "clatter", falling flat on his face.

"Alright, since I've promised you, I'll let you take part." Lin Bufan crossed his arms and looked down at Sang Biao. "But you have to stop showing off. The crew is not a place for you to show off."

Sang Biao's fur flew up when he heard this, his claws clacking as he typed frantically, "Are you kidding me?! I'm a top Douyin streamer, a Weibo influencer, and a super internet celebrity with hundreds of millions of followers! How can I be worthy of my status without some pomp and ceremony?"

Hundreds of millions?!

How dare you say that, you bastard!

Zombie fans, bah! I wouldn’t even let Lucy get so many high-quality fans!

Lin Bufan sneered and grabbed Sang Biao's ears: "Stop showing off in front of me! Either film honestly or get out now!"

"Woof woof woof!" Sang Biao cried out in pain, slapping Lin Bufan's wrist with his claws. Seeing that Lin Bufan refused to let go, he had no choice but to type reluctantly: "Okay, okay, okay! Can't I just disband it? Let go!"

Lin Bufan finally let go of Sang Biao's ear. Sang Biao turned around angrily and waved his claws at the group of bodyguards and assistants. The assistants looked at each other, and one of them asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, are you really going to disband?"

Sang Biao typed impatiently: "Didn't you hear what the rebellious son said? Hurry up and disperse!"

After the group of people left, Sang Biao squatted there dejectedly, not even bothering to wear sunglasses, looking like a child whose parents had confiscated his toys.

Peng Jiahe leaned close to Lin Bufan's ear and whispered, "Brother, are you so angry because you feel that Sang Biao has stolen your limelight?"

Lin Bufan immediately said seriously: "What nonsense! Do I care about the appearance?"

After straightening his collar, Lin Bufan continued righteously, "I did this entirely for the sake of the movie. Sang Biao's ostentatious behavior will affect the normal work order of the crew."

Peng Jiahe's eyes rolled, and he immediately had an idea: "Brother! How about this - I'll go find Sister Xiaoxiao and ask her to arrange a show for you that's even more impressive than Sang Biao's!"

"Nonsense!" Lin Bufan scolded Peng Jiahe with a stern face, "Am I the kind of person who cares about pomp and circumstance? Filmmaking requires focus and professionalism, not these fancy things!"

The sun shone through the awning on the set, casting dappled shadows. Lin Bufan's tall figure was particularly dazzling in the halo. He tilted his head slightly, his jawline outlined a perfect arc in the backlight, and his entire figure seemed to be coated with a layer of holy gold.

Peng Jiahe suddenly felt that her suggestion was childish and ridiculous. Her brother was the boss of Xiaofan Entertainment, so why would he be jealous of a dog? Just as she was about to apologize, Lin Bufan suddenly coughed.

"But..." Lin Bufan put one hand in his pocket and casually adjusted his sleeve with the other. "As Xiaofan Entertainment's signature project, it really needs the proper attention. Although I don't like this, it's related to the company's image and film promotion after all, so I can only accept it reluctantly!"

After hearing Lin Bufan's self-defeating remarks, the shame on Peng Jiahe's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a look of contempt.

Lin Bufan cleared his throat and said casually, "Since we're talking about this... Jiahe, remember to explain it clearly when you go find Xiaoxiao—"

Lin Bufan suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes brightening surprisingly: "I need at least twelve assistants, the kind that wear uniforms. One is responsible for serving me coffee, one is responsible for taking scripts, one is responsible for taking my coat, one is responsible for the itinerary, and one is responsible for accommodation..."

Duan Jiabao was stunned listening to this. "I actually did the work of 12 people by myself?! No, I want a raise!"

"And security!" Lin Bufan was completely immersed in his own ideas, gesticulating excitedly, "At least thirty, the kind who should wear sunglasses and black suits. Remember, have them hold hands and form a circle when we enter. Don't let those crazy fans get close to me!"

After a pause, Lin Bufan added, "By the way, when choosing bodyguards, make sure to pick those with good eyesight!"

Peng Jiahe tilted his head, looking puzzled: "Why do you have to find a bodyguard with good eyesight?"

Lin Bufan glanced at Peng Jiahe with disdain: "Why are you so stupid?" He leaned close to Peng Jiahe's ear and lowered his voice, "Only bodyguards with good eyesight know how to let in good-looking fans. Those ugly ones must be kept out!"

"Tsk—" Peng Jiahe rolled her eyes and was about to complain when Duan Jiabao beside her weakly raised his hand: "That... prince..."

Lin Bufan interrupted Duan Jiabao with a wave of his hand: "Don't worry, Dabao, I won't forget you. Although your appearance is not up to standard, you are my assistant after all. I will let the bodyguards let you in when the time comes."

After hearing Lin Bufan's heartbreaking words, Duan Jiabao froze in place, her mouth twitching twice. She took a deep breath and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. "Then I... thank you so much, Prince."

Although he said thank you, Duan Jiabao was already roaring inwardly: What do you mean by appearance not meeting standards?! I have baby fat! Do you understand what baby fat is?! Also, who wants to be let in?! I'm your assistant! I'm supposed to be following you!

"Don't be too grateful to me, and don't fall in love with me because of this." Lin Bufan shook his hair in a cool manner and gave Duan Jiabao a charming smile: "Although a man like me who is handsome, handsome and helpful can easily make people lose control."

The corners of Duan Jiabao's mouth twitched again. She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Prince, shouldn't we talk about business?"

"Business?" Lin Bufan blinked in confusion. "Isn't this business? Arranging my event is related to the promotional effect of the entire movie. We can't be careless!"

Duan Jiabao couldn't stand it any longer and raised his voice: "I'm talking about the stone! Didn't you want to help her clarify it just now?"

"Oh—" Lin Bufan suddenly realized and kicked Sang Biao on the butt: "It's all your fault, you bastard. You delayed my important work!"

Sang Biao staggered after being kicked, turned around angrily, and typed quickly with his claws: "Rebellious son! You are so drunk and you blame me? Do you have any shame?"

Lin Bufan ignored Sang Biao's protests, took out his phone and started to operate it: "I will send a video now to help your friend Luo Yan clarify the matter."

Lin Bufan flashed his signature smile towards the camera: "Hello everyone, I'm Lin Bufan. Regarding the recent bus incident that's been a hot topic online, I'd like to say a few fair words..."

After posting the video, Lin Bufan confidently waited for the response. However, half an hour later, although there were some likes, they were not many, and the comment section was pitifully deserted.

"How could this happen?" Lin Bufan refreshed the page in disbelief: "I have 83 million fans!"

Peng Jiahe mocked him mercilessly from the side: "Brother, it seems that your high-quality fans are really reserved. They are too lazy to even click the "like" button!"

"What do you know!" Lin Bufan said stubbornly, "My fans are all rational thinkers. They need time to digest the information!"

Duan Jiabao lowered his head in disappointment and muttered softly, "It seems I still can't help Shitou..."

At this moment, Sang Biao slowly took out his mobile phone, barked twice at the camera, then waved his paw, signaling Peng Jiahe to upload the video.

In the video, Sang Biao wears sunglasses and a "Messenger of Justice" dog tag around his neck. The stirring "Symphony of Fate" plays in the background. He holds a clipboard in his paws, which reads, "I swear in the name of the Emperor of Biao Country that Luo Yan is innocent! Anyone who dares to cyberbully her is my enemy!" Then, the full video from the bus ride is included!

As soon as the video was released, the number of likes soared at a visible speed, and the comment section exploded instantly:

"Brother Biao is awesome! Support Brother Biao!"

"Even the Emperor of Biao State has come forward. There must be something fishy going on here!"

"That girl named Luo Yan is so pitiful. We wronged her!"

……

Peng Jiahe looked at his phone and laughed so hard he fell over. "Hahaha, brother, your 83 million fans are not as effective as Sang Biao's 20 million fans!"

Lin Bufan's face turned pale, and he snatched Sang Biao's phone away: "You bastard, did you hire some online trolls?"

Sang Biao raised his head proudly and typed, "I need to hire some online trolls? What a joke! My fans are all genuine, high-quality fans!"

Duan Jiabao looked at the increasing number of supportive comments, his eyes red with excitement: "Great! Shitou can be saved! Thank you, His Majesty Sang Biao!"

Sang Biao waved his paw in a casual manner and typed, "It's a trivial matter. I have always been brave enough to stand up for what is right, and I hate this kind of thing where good people are wrongly accused."

Looking at Sang Biao's smug expression, Lin Bufan felt that a great force was constantly gathering towards his feet, making him want to kick something!

However, after a fierce ideological struggle, Lin Bufan finally suppressed this impulse!

Seeing Lin Bufan's uncertain expression, Sang Biao's eyes flashed with cunning. He suddenly stood up, put his two front paws behind his back, and circled around Lin Bufan with a heartless gait, the gold chain around his neck swaying with each step.

"Woof!" Sang Biao suddenly stopped in front of Lin Bufan and barked provocatively.

Lin Bufan narrowed his eyes: "You bastard, your skin is itchy again, right?"

Sang Biao took out his cell phone calmly and typed quickly with his claws: "Unfilial son, what else can you do besides violence? I am ashamed for you!" After typing, he deliberately put the screen in front of Lin Bufan.

"You——" Lin Bufan clenched his fists and raised his foot to kick.

Sang Biao jumped back nimbly and continued typing: "Look, I was right again, wasn't I? When encountering problems, you only use violence to solve them, like an uncivilized barbarian."

Although Lin Bufan was very angry, he thought about it carefully and felt that what Sang Biao said was right. After all, it is better not to use violence if possible: "Sang Biao, you are right."

However, after hearing Lin Bufan surrender, Sang Biao did not show any complacency. Instead, he pricked up his ears vigilantly, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

Lin Bufan slowly took out his phone and called Lucy. "Hey, Lucy, I think Sang Biao's Douyin account might be illegally increasing followers... Yes, that four-eyed dog I keep... No, don't give me face... We should investigate and ban it if necessary. We should follow the rules and regulations..."