Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 118: Behave Yourself

Bo Yimo didn’t lift his head, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Go ahead and pretend, once I tell you who it is, let’s see how calm you can stay!

Yang Wen chuckled, "Yimo, I think I just saw Tong Yan, the artist signed to our studio. She was bowling with two guys, having a great time."

Suddenly, Bo Yimo stood up, expressionless. "Where?"

Yang Wen feigned ignorance, "Where what?"

Bo Yimo replied coolly, "With your IQ, it’s indeed hard to understand."

Yang Wen: ...

Bo Yimo, will it kill you to stop being so sarcastic!

We’ve known each other for so many years after all. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Yang Wen remembered his own growing-up journey and felt like crying; it was completely oppressed by Bo Yimo, basically a history of blood and tears. When this person turns sinister, no one can compare.

So he just mouthed off for the fun of it, but finally complied obediently.

Bo Yimo didn’t say a word and left.

Where there’s a good show to watch, how could Yang Wen miss out? Naturally, he followed.

At this moment, Tong Yan was watching Han Mubai show off.

Ever since this guy displayed some skills in front of her, he couldn’t seem to stop, hitting one home run after another.

After each one, he’d turn back to her and say, "Yan Baby, now that’s a home run."

Tong Yan just wanted to give him a sarcastic "heh."

You think home runs are so great? Careful you don’t get beaten up like a home run.

The door suddenly opened.

Tong Yan turned around and unexpectedly saw Bo Yimo.

No way!

Tong Yan rubbed her eyes and looked again. Bo Yimo was still standing there.

Standing under the light, his expression was calm, yet inexplicably it made people feel chilled.

It must be her imagination.

So, is this really Young Master Mo?

Tong Yan thought the world was quite surreal, isn’t this a bit too coincidental, "Young Master Mo, what a coincidence."

Bo Yimo didn’t respond, his gaze swept around, landing steadily on Han Mubai.

Han Mubai obviously saw him too, setting down the bowling ball with a roguish grin, "Bo Yimo? I’ve long heard of you."

Bo Yimo spoke lightly, "And you are?"

"Han Mubai." Han Mubai smirked, full of roguish charm.

Bo Yimo’s expression remained calm, "So, you’re Mr. Han’s young master."

Han Mubai’s eyes flickered, "I’ve heard my grandpa mention you often."

"Is that so?" Bo Yimo was nonchalant, his demeanor relaxed yet undeniable, "I wonder if Mr. Han mentioned the consequences of crossing me."

"My grandpa only said to fight for everything," Han Mubai replied.

Bo Yimo’s lips curved slightly, with a faintly mocking smile, "Young people really don’t know the limits."

Tong Yan looked from side to side, why did she feel there was a whiff of gunpowder between them.

Uh, it must be her imagination.

They just met, didn’t they?

Su Chenxi walked over to her and whispered, "Sis, you’re too fickle, your brother-in-laws are about to fight over you. You better stop them, or you’ll never get married if something happens."

Tong Yan: ...

Fickle, your uncle!

Brother-in-laws... plural?

Fighting over her?

This kid’s brain hasn’t fried, right?

Also, could he forget this brother-in-law joke? If every guy is her brother-in-law, will she ever have time for anything else in her life!

Tong Yan felt exhausted, having such a simple-minded brother is really worrisome.

Suddenly, Bo Yimo walked up to Tong Yan, stood firm, and wrapped an arm around her waist, his head slowly leaning close, his eyes gleamed subtly, calm yet stirring up layers of ripples.

He said, "Baby, be good and behave, okay?" His voice carried a deadly allure.