Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Is this girl a bit too naive?

Not even an adult yet?

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Tong Yan had just reached the entrance of the police station when she was surrounded by waiting journalists.

It was already past ten, and she hadn’t arrived yet. They were almost in despair!

Can’t you have some sense of time, damn it!

It’s already been over half an hour, come on!

To avoid missing the exciting moments, they had been staking out since seven o’clock, waiting for more than three hours, it’s heartbreaking to think about.

”Little Fatty, you’re here to deliver evidence?”

Tong Yan nodded generously, ”Yes, the truth will be revealed soon.”

But the fresh evidence, guaranteed authentic!

”What kind of evidence? Can we take a look?” one journalist asked eagerly, unable to hold back.

Tong Yan took out a sealed bag and waved it in front of them, ”Inside is the evidence.”

Journalists: ...

Is there a courier bag in the sealed bag?

A courier bag is evidence?

Are you kidding them!

They got up before dawn, waiting here for almost four hours, hoping for explosive evidence like recordings or videos, not just a bag, okay!

Little Fatty, whatever grievances from before, you can’t take revenge like this!

The journalists were desperate, ”Only this?”

Tong Yan nodded with certainty, ”This is enough, it has Tang Tian’s fingerprints on it, it’s critical evidence!”

But the journalists didn’t understand, how could a bag be useful, feeling hopeless made their faces stiff, ”How did this courier bag come about?”

Tong Yan raised an eyebrow, blinking mysteriously, ”Guess.”

Little Fatty, stop messing around!

This isn’t funny at all, not cute at all!

Guess your uncle!

They asked because they didn’t know, how are they supposed to guess.

They felt Little Fatty’s style was increasingly resembling someone, but they couldn’t think of whom at the moment.

Much later, when they saw Bo Yimo and Tong Yan on TV, they suddenly realized, wasn’t that someone Bo Yimo, Emperor Bo!

At that time, their presence was dazzling; hand in hand, they appeared in front of everyone, flaunting their love with such passion it made everyone envious. Bo Yimo had become a global film emperor, and Tong Yan a global film empress—a perfectly matched pair, like a couple made in heaven.

The best love is of equal strength.

Only at that time did everyone feel they were meant to be together, so fitting, no curses, no haters, no conspiracies, just blessings.

But now they didn’t understand, only felt Tong Xiaopang was going too far, come on!

”Little Fatty, you better go in, don’t miss the lucky time.” After asking a bunch of questions and getting nowhere, the journalists desperately let her go.

As for the lucky time, they didn’t know why they said that either.

Clearly, they were so shaken they didn’t know what they were saying.

Tong Yan delivered the evidence quickly, and shortly afterward came out. The journalists were gone, and it was desolate.

As she was about to leave, she saw someone standing across the street. Even in disguise, she could recognize who it was.

Wen Shu, the teenager who seemed to step out of a comic, possessed a crystal-like quality, as pure and delicate as pear blossoms.

He walked slowly to her, ”Sister Yan, I need to talk to you.”