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

”Your sister’s life depends on you, hurry.” With that, he hung up the phone.

Suddenly, the scene fell into silence.

Li Chuan looked a bit troubled, ”Little Mo, you see, can you...”

Bo Yimo’s expression remained unchanged, ”No.”

Li Chuan’s face darkened a bit, ”Little Mo, you’ve already had your revenge. Let’s just forget about the past. We’ve been good brothers for many years, and Feifei is a sister you’ve watched grow up. Are you just going to watch her die?”

Bo Yimo did not speak, but his unwavering expression spoke volumes.

Li Chuan took off his military uniform, revealing a white vest, ”Little Mo, today, even if I have to carry you, I’m taking you over there.” This meant he was ready to fight.

Bo Yimo turned around and spoke in a cold voice, ”Li Chuan, come find me when you calm down.”

Li Chuan definitely couldn’t let him leave and tried to chase after him, but was stopped by Little Nine, ”Mr. Dong, instead of wasting time, you might as well go directly and look for panda blood. Don’t delay any further. The Young Master definitely won’t save Miss Feifei.”

The Young Madam was framed by her. If Miss Feifei hadn’t been forced to donate blood, the Young Madam might not have made it. Who knows what the Young Master would have been like then—it’s unimaginable.

The Young Master was never a good person, but he fiercely protected his own people, extremely protective, which is why they were all so loyal to him.

Moreover, the Young Madam was the person he cherished the most. To mess with her meant trouble. With someone like Miss Feifei, it’s already lenient considering the Dong Family’s influence.

Little Nine noticed Li Chuan didn’t look well and sighed, ”Mr. Dong, after knowing the Young Master for so many years, don’t you understand what kind of person he is?”

After saying this, Little Nine went to follow his Young Master.

Leaving Li Chuan there in a daze. Little Nine was right. After knowing Little Mo for so many years, he knew what kind of person he was—a typical ’If you don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you,’ with no desires, no demands.

In the hospital, Mrs. Dong paced back and forth, utilizing the nationwide blood type database. There was stock in remote places, but a helicopter would take several hours to fetch it, which wouldn’t be quick enough. She said anxiously, ”Husband, what do we do now? I don’t know how things are on Chuan’er’s side. If we delay any further, I’m afraid...”

As she spoke, tears started to fall.

Mr. Dong lost his composure, sitting and waiting but to no avail, he could only...

Suddenly, with a fierce determination, ”It seems we’ll have to ’invite’ the person over.”

This so-called invitation meant forcing someone to come, essentially, kidnapping.

After so many years in the political realm, he certainly had his connections. Mr. Dong immediately called someone over and whispered a few words in his ear.

The person bowed his head, ”Yes, sir.”

Mr. Dong nodded, ”It must be done quickly. I heard she’s good. Send more people, no mistakes allowed.”

The person nodded and left.

Mrs. Dong said worriedly, ”Will it work?”

Mr. Dong glanced at her, ”It has to work, Feifei’s condition can’t wait any longer.”

It seemed there was no other choice.

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Meanwhile, Tong Yan, who was on everyone’s mind, was sitting face-to-face with Gu Feng at Fengyun Studio, negotiating. Gu Feng thought she was too leisurely recently. Apart from eating and eating, she just kept sleeping, and then showing off.

That was Little Fatty’s daily routine lately. Such a laid-back and carefree celebrity was probably the first in history.

Thus, Gu Feng arranged an announcement for her, scheduled for tomorrow morning.