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

The door of the compartment closed, the protagonist inside wailed and screamed, like a hell.

No one knows what happened that day, except for the parties involved. But they dare not recall it; just thinking about it chills their hearts, invoking fear, causing their whole bodies to tremble, as if they are in pain all over, the experience was truly terrifying.

Of course, that’s still lucky; some people don’t even have the chance to think.

In the car.

“Baby, aren’t you going to explain what happened today?” Bo Yimo asked nonchalantly.

The air abruptly dropped several degrees; outside it was sunny, but inside the car, it felt icy.

Absent for a moment, and something happened.

Tong Yan sat upright, blinking her eyes, “I was tricked into it.” So she was innocent.

Bo Yimo pinched her cheek, speaking lightly, “What if I had arrived later?”

Tong Yan leaned forward, massaging his shoulders with a smile, “Then I’d handle them myself.”

“So I’m unnecessary?”

If it weren’t for receiving Chen Lan’s message, was she planning to create a mess?

Tong Yan shook her head vigorously and smiled obsequiously, “I made this trouble, didn’t you have to fix it?”

This bootlicking demeanor is really unbearable to watch.

Bo Yimo looked at her steadily, finally smiling silently.

Forget it, her skills are something few can match, no matter how big a trouble she stirs, he can help her manage it.

His girl should be this carefree.

Tong Yan saw his smile, feeling relieved; the Film Emperor getting angry would be truly frightening.

The main issue was just a few days ago when she managed to persuade him to remove the bodyguards following her, and now today something happened.

If by any chance he became furious, what if he arranged a few more guards?

Luckily, thankfully, it didn’t come to that.

The car stopped at the entrance of the set, and the two of them got out.

Some passing staff saw them, looking at them questioningly; who are they? Where did they come from?

Bo Yimo spoke lightly, “Call Meng Ping over.”

Meng Ping, also known as Director Meng.

Maybe his aura was simply too overwhelming, the staff obediently went to call Director Meng out.

It wasn’t long before Director Meng came out.

He glanced around and his gaze fell on Bo Yimo, “Are you looking for me?”

The aura of this man was simply too overpowering, giving him a bad feeling; he’s searched his memory for a long time but can’t recall ever seeing this man before.

Director Meng saw Tong Yan beside him, smiled, “You’re back so soon? I thought you’d return tomorrow.”

Tong Yan frowned, “Wasn’t it Director Meng who called us back?”

Director Meng seemed puzzled, “What are you talking about? When did I ask you to come back? I know you always have good judgment, surely wouldn’t delay progress, why would I call you?”

Judging by his demeanor, it was clear Director Meng wasn’t lying.

But this was strange, if it wasn’t Director Meng, then who was it?

Tong Yan: “I received your notice, saying there was a banquet to attend today.”

Director Meng was taken aback, having been in this circle for a long time, he knows what so-called banquet means, nothing more than drink-serving or the like, such matters he always disdain, for roles you need true talent and skill.

His eyes tightened, speaking nervously, “Are you okay? Who else went? Is everyone alright?”

“No problem, a few others, they’re all fine.”

Tong Yan thought increasingly strange, his nervousness wasn’t fake, then if it wasn’t him, who indeed did such a thing? Who falsely used Director Meng’s name to stir trouble.

That was utterly disgusting.

Bo Yimo’s eyes were calm, “Call everyone over.”