Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

All Yin Su was met with a busy signal and a blank screen where the other party did not reply to his messages.

And the movie star's heart suddenly felt incredibly lost.

He doesn't answer the phone or reply to messages.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed. Where had her little godfather gone off to? He wasn't even paying attention to her anymore.

Yin Su stared at his phone, refreshed it, and after finding no progress, he found He Jinlan and got Bo Yuntian's WeChat.

The handsome guy rubbed his fingers together, as if deep in thought.

Although he didn't really like his godfather sharing his attention with others, Yin Su thought that sometimes unconventional methods were necessary. Otherwise, he might actually try to find out where his godfather was hiding and use some dirty tricks to bring him home.

However, this is not the optimal solution.

Yin Su knew this very well, or rather, no one could possibly know it better than him.

The other party accepted Yin Su's verification message in almost three minutes. Perhaps they hesitated, perhaps they were afraid that something might happen to Bo Bing, or perhaps they simply felt that they couldn't afford to offend him.

[Cloud: Hello, is there anything I can help you with? Is it related to my brother?]

Bo Yuntian stared at his phone, barely daring to breathe.

My brain raced, and with trembling hands, I clicked "accept." I carefully chose my words before sending it, not daring to address the other person directly.

He wouldn't be so ignorant as to assume the other person was looking for him. After thinking it over, the only thing that could be unclearly related to this person was Bo Bing's matter.

Bo Yuntian had considered countless possibilities. He knew that his brother had slipped away right under their noses. Before, Yin Su and He Jinlan hadn't come after them, so he thought it was all in the past. Who would have thought that Yin Su himself would come knocking on their door now?

Is it for revenge?

Or... hiss?

Bo Yuntian looked at the red pixelated figure and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Especially after you've pinned the other person to the top of your chat list.

—Bo Bing and Yin Su's portraits lie side by side on it, both being part of the same series of mosaic figures.

[Flower: I'm trying to contact your brother, but he's not replying to my messages]

Yin Su lowered his eyes and directly expressed his dissatisfaction.

[Flower: Where is everyone?]

Bo Yuntian wanted to explain for his brother, fearing that his brother might have really owed the other party a favor or had other matters to attend to, but he didn't know what Bo Bing had gone to do, so he could only answer honestly.

[Cloud: My brother didn't tell me, and I can't get in touch with him.]

After explaining, fearing that Yin Su wouldn't believe her, she specially showed him screenshots of her chat.

"Tsk."

Yin Su tapped his phone and discovered that Bo Bing had indeed lost contact.

[Flower: Send me your address, I'll send something to your brother.]

Bo Yuntian hesitated. He felt that this might not be a good idea, but he couldn't refuse directly.

[Cloud: Sorry. How about I tell you when my brother gets back? He said we shouldn't give out our home address...]

Bo Yuntian really did his best.

He was really scared; his hands were shaking so badly when he typed.

After all, they are teenagers who have not yet entered society. Not everyone has the courage to speak recklessly and remain calm in front of a big shot.

Even their outward capital is something they can only look up to – this may be a form of flattery and fear, but it is an undeniably objective fact.

But he didn't want to betray his brother because of his own fears.

You can only compromise.

Yin Su was silent for a moment. Had his godfather already given him these instructions? Wasn't this blatantly telling him to guard against honest people, not scoundrels?

So bad.

Yin Su could certainly find the address, but his methods weren't exactly honorable and would take a little longer.

But I didn't want to upset my godfather.

Yin Su tilted his head and took the warm towel off and threw it into the basin of water.

He Jinlan knew that the negotiations had failed as soon as she saw the young master's expression.

"Young Master, should we investigate?"

The doctor put a cool towel back on Yin Su.

"No need for now, I'll contact Bo Bing later," Yin Su nodded to Sun, the agent sitting on a chair to the side, "Have the studio send out the recent photos, saying that she's in bed."

"Okay, boss."

Sun's agent posted a four-grid photo of the award-winning actor being sick to the studio group chat, and started promoting it.

Fans on social media platforms such as Weibo are very concerned about Yin Su's recent situation. As soon as they heard that he was sick, they expressed their sympathy and inquired about the situation. The timely response from his studio is also an essential feedback.

Yin Su still seemed to be deep in thought.

He Jinlan looked up and paused for a moment. It seemed that the young master cared a lot about that little trainee.

He had been puzzled before as to why the young master would favor such an unremarkable "ordinary" youth. Even though he knew that Bo Bing was extremely skilled, with Yin Su's background, what kind of person couldn't he have?

Why must he be tied to Bo Bing alone? He didn't quite understand his boss's thinking.

"You seem to be taking that trainee too seriously."

He paused for a moment, then decided to speak.

“Well, I thought I’d been obvious enough,” Yin Su chuckled, his eyes darkening, “but some people don’t seem to appreciate it.”

The group thought Yin Su was about to get angry.

Even this is adorable.

The extremely handsome movie star revealed a nostalgic smile.