Seeing Bai Qianmo staring blankly at the script in her hand, Rong Yu turned his head to take a look.
"Nie Wuxin? Is she the fourth female lead in 'The Phoenix's Path'?"
Bai Qianmo chuckled and said, "Yeah, I'm incredibly lucky. I got the fourth female lead role."
"Wow, I knew you couldn't be overlooked with your talent. It turns out the production team has a more suitable role for you. Nie Wuxin is my favorite character in the novel 'The Phoenix's Journey.' If you play the role well, it will definitely become a hit."
Bai Qianmo seemed uninterested.
She didn't actually want to become famous...
night
Ji Yeting called to inquire about her recent situation, and from his tone, it was vaguely clear that Ji Yeting knew something.
However, I didn't ask her directly.
Bai Qianmo felt that the matter was over and there was no need to worry those who cared about her, so she never mentioned Su Le'er's matter.
Ji Family
After hanging up the phone, Ji Yeting's brows furrowed deeply.
I rested on the balcony for a while, then picked up my phone and made a call.
"Send me the phone number of the leader at the Nanyang Police Station."
A few minutes later
Director Song had just returned home and hadn't even settled into his seat when a phone call came in.
He initially didn't want to answer the call from an unfamiliar local number, but then he realized it was his private number and very few people knew it.
Seeing that the phone kept ringing, he finally pressed the answer button.
"Hello."
"Is that Director Song?"
Upon hearing a deep, resonant voice on the phone, Director Song sat up straight.
"And you are?"
"I am Ji Yeting!"
Director Song: "...Minister Ji?"
Director Song, a former soldier, jumped up from the sofa the moment he heard Ji Yeting's name.
His body was taut, looking ready for anything.
The two then chatted for a few minutes.
After hanging up the phone, Director Song remained frozen in place, stunned.
His wife came out of the kitchen and saw him standing there blankly. She went up to him and waved, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Director Song blinked, as if his soul had just been pulled back into his body.
"Um...you said yesterday you were going to the temple to pray for blessings?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Director Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Let's go together."
He feels like he's been having a run of bad luck lately, so he needs to get a talisman to ward off evil and change his fortune.
His wife stared at him in astonishment, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Who was it that used to mock her for being superstitious every day?
This way
Ji Yeting seemed to be in a good mood after hanging up the phone.
As soon as I turned around, I saw a figure leaning against the sofa, looking down at his phone.
"When did you get back?" Ji Yeting walked into the living room with a stern face.
Ji Cong'an had just finished the game, a nonchalant smile on his face.
"When a guilty person gets caught red-handed, this is the typical response. Can't you be a little more creative?"
"I never knew you could be so thoughtful, Lao Ji. You were so worried when you found out that young lady was in jail."
Ji Yeting frowned, a hint of displeasure on his usually resolute face.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Am I talking nonsense?"
Ji Cong'an tilted his head to look at him and raised his voice: "Then tell me, what exactly is your relationship with that little girl Bai Qianmo?"
If there wasn't a special relationship, would his father be so eager to help Bai Qianmo when she got into trouble?
Ji Yeting stared at him with a tight-lipped expression, without saying a word.
In Ji Cong'an's eyes, this meant he had tacitly agreed.
"When did you and Bai Qianmo's mother get together? That girl just turned twenty, and her mother must still be young. It must have happened after you married my mother, right?"
"Old Ji, you've ruined your reputation in your later years! What can I say about you? You cheated on your wife and secretly had an illegitimate daughter. Where will my mother put her face in the future?"
Ji Yeting gritted his teeth, and a voice filled with anger roared from his chest and throat.
"You brat, did you come all this way just to annoy me?"
Ji Cong'an waved his hand dismissively: "You're wrong. I'm here to advise you to turn back from your misguided ways and resolve this matter as soon as possible while my mother is still away on her business trip. I'm an adult and don't want to get involved in your affairs."
Ji Yeting let out a long breath. How could he have given birth to such a brainless brat?
He raised his hand and pinched his throbbing temples: "Who told you that Bai Yatou is my illegitimate daughter?"
"Do I need anyone to tell me? Anyone with eyes can see that you treat Bai Qianmo with more care and attention than your own son. You can't stand to see her suffer even the slightest grievance. When I was a child, if I was bullied outside, you would give me a good beating. When have you ever asked about my situation with such concern?"
Although a hero doesn't dwell on past glories, if he were to voice his grievances, he could talk for three days and three nights straight, having to make a living under the beatings of his own father.
Ji Yeting's face grew increasingly grim: "It would have been fine if we hadn't brought up those old stories, but you actually dared to. Let me ask you, were you bullied outside or were you bullying others? You ran into a tough opponent and got beaten up, so you came back to complain. If I don't beat you up, who will I beat up?"
"Heh, sophistry and a cover-up!" Ji Cong'an curled his lip in disdain.
Ji Yeting took a deep breath and suppressed his temper: "Bai Yatou and I don't have the kind of relationship you think we have."
He didn't care that the kid misunderstood him; his wife knew the truth better than anyone else.
But this kid's mouth can run like eight ducks; he can spread rumors as fast as a viral outbreak.
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