"Uncle—what are you talking about?"
Liu Tangtang didn’t understand what Lin Zifeng was saying.
"It’s normal if you don’t understand. Society loves to bully you naive kids with unrealistic dreams," Lin Zifeng said.
"Bad uncle, I’m already feeling terrible, and you’re still mocking . Is it necessary?"
"I’m not mocking you, I’m just speaking the truth. Alright, since that assistant director has already booked a room, let’s go."
Lin Zifeng wanted to see what kind of power that so-called assistant director actually had.
"Uncle, where are we going?"
Liu Tangtang was confused, trying to stop feeling sad and hopeless.
"Co on, I’ll show you so style and take you flying..."
Saying this, Lin Zifeng held her small hand and headed to the back door from the second floor.
Lin Zifeng hated this kind of scumbag the most in his entire life.
They always think they can do whatever they want just because they have so power.
"Uncle, isn’t this inappropriate? I still want to continue acting in the future." Liu Tangtang was upset because she was afraid of offending the assistant director. After all, it’s hard to get a chance to rise up, and she was reluctant to give up.
Besides, it’s incredibly difficult to enter the entertainnt industry in Eastern Earth.
Asking her to give up this opportunity for no reason would make her cry to death.
"Since Uncle can find him, he can surely promise you a solution for acting."
Lin Zifeng was speechless. This silly girl was so inexperienced; her thoughts were too limited. The world is vast; if there’s sothing you want to do, who can it stop?
"But... uncle, are you absolutely sure?" She still wasn’t quite convinced, worried that Lin Zifeng might cause so scene.
Lin Zifeng completely ignored her, holding her little hand as they passed through the back door of the villa and went straight to the underground garage. They drove out a Maserati that Nangong Bing had recently received as a gift.
With the little girl in tow, they headed straight to the hotel address on the WeChat.
At this mont, the young girl suddenly thought her uncle was so handso.
Really handso, almost dazzlingly so.
The sports car sped towards the four-star hotel as quickly as possible. The valet at the door brightened up and hurriedly stepped forward to valet park for Lin Zifeng.
Holding the young girl, they made a beeline towards the room number. The whole sequence of events was almost seamless!
"Tangtang, is it this room?"
Pulling out a pair of black aviators from his fitted Korean-style black trousers, Lin Zifeng looked incredibly handso, rivaling so South Korean celebrities.
"Ah... ah!"
Tangtang was stunned by Lin Zifeng’s good looks, her mouth agape, and didn’t react for a long ti.
"Is it this room?" Lin Zifeng asked again.
"Yes." Tangtang nodded, finally coming to her senses but still doubting Lin Zifeng. She didn’t know what uncle was doing, so she just went along with his craziness.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Lin Zifeng politely knocked three tis on the door.
However, the bald man lying on the bed studying Fusang romantic art films suddenly jumped out of bed.
His fat, flabby body, surprisingly agile, jumped off the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and dabbed a little water on his few strands of hair on the bald spot.
Humming a little tune, seemingly very pleased with himself.
"Ah, people who are handso are just different," the fat man remarked.
He glanced left and right, deliberately sprayed edible perfu into his mouth, then looked lecherous, rubbing his palms together.
"Little baby... here I co!"
"My youth, like a bird, will not co back. My youth and the bird will not return..."
However, the mont the fat man, humming a little tune, opened the door, a huge fist smashed into his eye.
"Ouch!"
All that was heard was a scream, and the fat man’s body flew under the bed...
Lin Zifeng led Tangtang into the room step by step, closing the door behind them.
"I suppose you’re that assistant director?"
Lin Zifeng found himself a chair to sit in, wrapping his arm around Liu Tangtang’s slender waist, instantly making Tangtang tense up... She felt as if that disgusting Demon Claw had already crept onto her soft waist...
After the fat man was punched and flown, he just lay dead on the ground without any reaction.
The room imdiately beca sowhat silent.
The room’s lighting was very dim, deliberately creating an atmosphere of decadence.
Tangtang quietly nestled in Lin Zifeng’s embrace, her eyes glistening with ripples, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Zifeng, realizing her uncle was really handso, even more so than her idol...
Lin Zifeng stood up, smiling, pulled out a cigarette, and walked over to the fat man.
Lightly patting the overly ugly, fat face, he dryly laughed: "Hey, hey, director, you’re not an actor, no need to be so dedicated, alright?"
The fat man remained unmoved, lying motionless as if dead.
"Tsk, tsk, didn’t expect directors to be more dedicated nowadays." Lin Zifeng stood up, snapped his fingers, signaling Tangtang to bring over the freshly brewed tea from the table.
Tangtang obediently nodded, handing him the cup of tea.
"Hmm, this tea seems freshly brewed, with a little sleeping pill added. Although I don’t know what you aid to do by harming others, since you’re so committed and dedicated to your performance, let’s use this tea to wake you up."
With that, Lin Zifeng’s finger started to tilt.
The fat man’s eyebrows moved, and he imdiately attempted a carp-kick-up on the ground—too bad he was too fat, and didn’t manage to get up...
He wailed, "Spare , hero! Spare , hero! I’m waking up, I’m waking up—"
What amazed Liu Tangtang was how quickly he jumped up?
"B-brother, spare , spare ! I was wrong, I know I was wrong."
"And what exactly are you wrong about?" Lin Zifeng gently placed down the tea cup, smiling at him.
The fat man gulped, casting an apprehensive glance at Tangtang.
Pathetically pleaded to Tangtang, "Tangtang, I-I was wrong, I was confused for a mont, please forgive ."
"Seems like you’re not that dumb, knowing what you did wrong," Lin Zifeng said, bemused, wiping the corner of his mouth, letting the smoke slowly rise around his fingers.
"B-brother, I really know I was wrong, I’m wrong, please forgive !"
The fat man begged miserably, as Lin Zifeng’s punch was indeed painful, causing his facial muscles to tremble even while he was pretending to be dead.
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