While goofy netizens were opening their minds and indulging in various speculations, suddenly, someone posted a screenshot in a super chat—Zero’s latest follow: Pedro Langley of Fernwood Entertainment. We were joking, okay! Can you guys stop making trouble! One move after another, the online discussions heated up once again. [Bystander]: Feels like Zero’s image is getting closer to being a young lady. [Socially awkward fan]: Netizens, stop making trouble. Zero, are you really that idle? Go offline, immediately! Right now! Please disappear from the internet! [Mr. Langley CP fans]: Ahhhh, sweet, sweet, sweet, it’s settled! Nora Scott, completely unaware of the heated discussions online, was still munching on honey twists, leisurely asking Pedro Langley, "Should I follow Camilo Nogueira?" "No need," Pedro Langley answered firmly. Nora logged off Weibo and tossed her phone aside. Continuing to eat her snacks and watch her TV. Next to her, Pedro Langley was playing on his phone when he suddenly thought—these netizens are quite cute. The bedroom window was rather old-fashioned; it was a sliding window that would creak with the wind once opened. "This is the holiday activity schedule, make a note of it." Taking out a piece of paper from his backpack, Oliver Scott placed it on the desk, pushed it forward slightly, and slid it in front of Marcus Shaw. Sitting on the chair playing a game, Marcus Shaw lazily lifted his gaze for a look, then lowered his eyes again, continuing to play his game. A very perfunctory response. As the team leader, when Oliver Scott was responsibly explaining things, he wasn’t too happy seeing Marcus Shaw boldly slacking off. But in order to maintain the newly established friendship between them, Oliver Scott decided not to fuss and instead asked, "I always see you playing games, are you any good?" Marcus Shaw had long removed the word "modesty" from his dictionary. "What are you playing?" "Tile-matching." (Liánliánkàn) For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 This guy always has the knack for killing a conversation. Feeling bored, Oliver Scott fiddled with his phone, opened the WeChat group, and after a few minutes, asked Marcus Shaw, "Dark horse, someone in the group asked why you chose to do ’simple questions’ this time in the exam?" After pondering over his meaning, Oliver Scott changed the question, "Next time when you’re not happy anymore, you’ll fall back again?" Marcus Shaw paused slightly, then coldly looked at him, "I won’t." Marcus Shaw said, "I want to be first." Stifled by him, Oliver Scott placed his elbows on the desk, tapping it with his fingers, reminding him, "Do you know who you’re talking to?" Marcus Shaw didn’t even blink, "The second-place next time." This guy really needs a beating. Rolling up his sleeves, Oliver Scott challenged him, "Want to go through test papers, the kind that completely overwhelms you?" Marcus Shaw continued playing his game and retorted, "Then when night falls, find an excuse to mooch dinner at my place?" "..." Oliver Scott was taken aback, realizing there was more to his words, he was overwhelmed, "You really are single-minded, aren’t you? Isn’t your sister’s boyfriend always around, why would I join the fun?" Marcus Shaw just uttered an "Oh," and said, "Glad you know." Oliver Scott was a bit annoyed, "No, I just helped you a lot today, isn’t it reasonable for you to treat me to a meal?" "What do you want to eat, I’ll transfer the money to you." Cold-hearted Marcus Shaw said. Oliver Scott hissed, "Can’t pass without a fight, huh?" Marcus Shaw lifted his gaze. At this time, someone entered the courtyard, and the two of them stopped bickering simultaneously, looking out into the courtyard through the open window. The window faced the courtyard, and with the window open, even though the outside was dim, they could clearly see what was happening in the courtyard. They saw a young man. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his build slightly slender. He seemed to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, a shoulder bag was slung on his right shoulder, wearing a black coat with a hood up, his face hidden, and in his arms was a bundle of white fur, which looked like a cat. At one moment, he stopped walking, suddenly turned his head, and glanced over this way. Then, his indifferent gaze retracted, he continued moving forward—heading towards the living room’s room. In the bedroom, having caught that critical moment just now, Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw stiffly turned their heads, looking at each other, bewildered. Oliver Scott said, "I think I’ve gone blind." Marcus Shaw agreed, "Mm." Oliver Scott glared at him. Marcus Shaw then added, "I’m not blind." This is just a rhetorical device, you little idiot. They heard the sound of knocking, knock, knock, knock, each one distinct, with a hint of excitement. Unable to sit still, Oliver Scott stared at Marcus Shaw and tentatively asked, "Should we go check it out?" Marcus Shaw exited the game, stood up, and tossed his phone into his pocket. He walked out of the bedroom. Oliver Scott exhaled and followed closely behind. Nora Scott opened the door and raised an eyebrow in surprise at the unexpected guest. She asked, "What brings you here?" Standing outside was Henry Chapman. Previously, Nora had mentioned her move to Henry, giving a rough idea of the address, so she wasn’t surprised that he found his way there. Henry Chapman lowered his eyes, and as his sleeves brushed aside slightly, a fluffy creature in his arms was revealed. Recalling this topic that Henry had mentioned to her, Nora nodded. With the year-end approaching, Henry was going home for a while, but Mrs. Chapman was allergic to cats. Henry had no choice but to ask someone to take care of his beloved cat. Even though Henry Chapman was a wildly popular actor and the dream man for countless young women, his peculiar temperament made him socially awkward and sparsely connected with friends. The number of people he trusted to "entrust his beloved cat to" was even fewer, ultimately leading him to Nora. Nora figured that since she would be at home anyway, having a cat wouldn’t be a problem, so she agreed. Henry’s visit was quite sudden. "Why didn’t you call first?" Nora asked helplessly. "Phone ran out of battery." That was a pretty convincing reason. She stepped back a couple of steps and invited him, "Come in." As he entered the door, Henry loosened his hand, and the snow-white cat let out a "meow~," then leaped from Henry’s arms and dashed towards the living room. The cat darted so fast that all Nora saw was a flash of white; the cat was nowhere in sight. Turning her head, she searched the living room with her eyes, only to see that spot of white running towards the water dispenser—more precisely, towards Pedro Langley standing beside it. The cat scurried around at his feet, then crouched at Pedro’s feet, stretching out its two front paws to pull at Pedro’s pant leg. Pedro bent down, reaching out his hand, and the cat immediately leaped forward, jumping into Pedro’s hand. Then, it nestled into Pedro’s arms. Having set the cup of water aside, Pedro looked down at the white cat in his arms, his brows knitted, and he asked the two at the door, "Whose cat is this?" Henry’s expression was sullen, "Mine." Having raised the cat for half a year, it only occasionally showed him some affection, barely staying calmly in his arms for even a moment, and now it willingly leapt into the embrace of a stranger... Henry was in a bad mood. Recognizing the familiar tone of his voice, Pedro’s gaze lingered on Henry’s face for two seconds, recognizing that distinctive face. Immediately, Pedro’s expression turned slightly frosty, and his mood wasn’t great either. The photos of Henry and Nora being secretly snapped were still in Pedro’s drawer. Getting together with Nora for midnight skewers, it certainly seemed suspicious and ill-intentioned. Thus, within the invisible confrontation, tension suddenly rose between them like a drawn bow. "Henry Chapman, you must recognize," Nora mentioned casually, introducing them, "Pedro Langley, CEO of Fernwood Entertainment." The sarcasm was evident, and Henry had no enthusiasm. Pedro squinted his eyes slightly—jealously was wafting around; what else could it be if Henry wasn’t interested in Nora? "Sis, do we have guests?" Oliver Scott’s curious voice arrived just in time. Meanwhile, Marcus Shaw followed closely, casting a warning glance at Oliver Scott. Oliver Scott paid no attention. "Yes." Nora strolled into the living room, casually introducing, "Henry Chapman." Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw blocked the doorway. Henry asked Nora, "Your younger brother?" Nora replied, "Two younger brothers." "Oh." Henry nodded and looked back at the two, maintaining his usual aloofness, but took the initiative to introduce himself, "I’m Henry Chapman." Oliver Scott + Marcus Shaw: "..." No need for an introduction; we all know you. Henry Chapman, the hottest male actor in the entertainment industry in recent years, bar none. Since his debut, he’s won Best Actor, and Best Film Actor. When starring in TV dramas, he’s repeatedly set ratings records, which remain unbroken to this day; his movies have been both box office and critical successes, and with just five films, he’s surpassed a billion in box office revenues, unquestionably a billion-dollar box office king. The recently released "Fire" crushed its contemporaries, doubling the second-place box office, a true box office champion. This legendary figure seems slightly different from what one would imagine?