Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 117: Bowling

After dealing with Su Mingyue, Tong Yan felt completely refreshed. Although she hadn’t had her fill of revenge yet, there was plenty of time for that, since it had just begun.

The perfect state is both physically and mentally getting even.

As for what to do when Su Guoqiang returns, she totally doesn’t care!

With the shares she and Chenxi had, even if he felt uncomfortable, he could only hold it in.

Thinking about this made Tong Yan feel even better.

Happiness really is that simple, it seems.

After Sister-in-law Wang finished tidying up the kitchen, she found Su Mingyue lying unconscious on the floor and screamed, "Miss, Miss, what’s wrong with you?"

Tong Yan helpfully reminded, "Sister-in-law Wang, she suddenly fainted. I suggest you quickly call an ambulance."

Sister-in-law Wang suddenly realized and patted her head before rushing to call an ambulance.

Mu Bai, smiling, said, "Yan Baby, you never cease to amaze me."

Tong Yan modestly accepted, "No need to thank me too much, this was my duty."

Mu Bai: ...

Her thick skin was also quite impressive to him.

Before the ambulance arrived, Tong Yan and the others left, because Han Mubai said he was inviting them to have fun, and such a great thing, how could they miss it?

Tong Yan and her brother instinctively got in Han Mubai’s car and saw him walking slowly, so she couldn’t help urging, "Hurry up, stop dawdling."

Han Mubai: ...

Truly unreserved.

He was the one paying the bill, he provided the car, but why did it always feel like he was the guest?

Han Mubai took them to S City’s most famous bowling alley, located not far from the city center in the World Trade Building, yes, the same building where Fengyun Studio was located, and coincidentally just a floor apart.

The bowling alley had a high-end avenue, exquisitely decorated, not many members, but each was wealthy or noble. The membership fee alone was equivalent to an ordinary person’s annual salary.

When Tong Yan walked in, she was utterly dazzled; this wasn’t a bowling alley, it was more like a royal palace, with dark red tones and exquisite carvings, exuding grandeur and elegance everywhere.

As soon as Han Mubai entered, a manager approached respectfully and said, "Young Master Han, your lane is ready."

With that, he led them to a private room.

As they entered the private room, someone happened to pass by.

Yang Wen squinted his eyes, that person looked like his signed artist, Tong Yan?

He remembered there seemed to be someone particularly interested, should he?

As if thinking of something, Yang Wen chuckled.

The group entered the private room, with only one lane inside the spacious room, and a sofa at the back, complete with shoes and slippers.

Tong Yan sighed, having money is truly wonderful.

Han Mubai picked up a bowling ball, walked a few steps forward, crossed his left leg back slightly, crouched a bit, and released the ball, his entire stance was very standard, graceful.

The ball rolled down the center of the lane, and then, all twelve pins fell!

Han Mubai turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Yan Baby, how about that? Isn’t it amazing?"

Tong Yan was unimpressed, "What’s so hard about that? Watch me hit a homerun."

She walked forward with the bowling ball, but the ball didn’t go far before it went straight into the gutter, rolling forward, a gutterball.

Han Mubai laughed out loud, "Yan Baby, is that your homerun?"

Tong Yan remained unfazed, "I have a leg injury, couldn’t control my strength."

Han Mubai: ...

Sure, though he thought it was right, he still felt a bit annoyed.

...

Yang Wen entered another private room, where a man was sitting on the sofa, dressed in a dark blue shirt with exquisite features that were impeccably perfect, truly favored by heaven.

Yang Wen sneaked over and said, "Yimo, guess who I just ran into?"