“Impossible,” Ou Ziheng said impatiently. “Look at how obsequious he is. He’s clearly someone who survives by clinging to others. If he were really from such a background, why would he need to fraud and cheat? For such a fraud, if I were Luo Zhiao, I would have beaten him to death long ago.”
Zhuo Chuan thought about it and felt reassured. In their minds, fortune-tellers were equivalent to frauds. They couldn’t imagine any second-generation official doing such a thing, and with this thought, he felt at ease.
They guessed for half a day without being reliable, and only got one thing right: that Luo Zhao really often had the thought of wanting to kill this son…
Wei Jie also advised beside him: “Brother Ou, don’t be angry. That Gai Xiao doesn’t understand a thing. Don’t take her words to heart. For such a trashy script, having someone like Brother Ou act in it is already a blessing from her previous life. What else could she want?”
Actually, Ou Ziheng didn’t want to collaborate with Gai Xiao either, but as an actor who relied entirely on connections, unable to access higher-level directors and screenwriters, he could only perform in such soap operas to get his face known. Wei Jie’s intention was to flatter Ou Ziheng, but his words came out wrong, and Ou Ziheng felt even more hurt, pushing Wei Jie away and scolding: “What do you mean? Are you saying I’m only capable of taking on trashy roles?”
Wei Jie hurriedly said: “I didn’t mean that. Brother Ou, you misunderstood.”
Ou Ziheng was looking for a place to vent his anger and coldly laughed, speaking with sarcasm: “I’m not good at acting, not as good as you who dares to sell yourself on screen, able to kiss an old orange peel face, truly dedicated.”
He was from web series, had been acting for several years without becoming famous, always just a minor supporting role.
Recently, he gained some popularity by starring in a BL drama that sold well.
