Uncomfortable? Zhao Ye furrowed his brow. Although he didn't want to admit it, when Gu Lan'an repeatedly made physical contact with him just now, besides feeling a slight discomfort in his body and a dislike in his heart, he didn't have any other surplus emotions.

"Forget it, let's not mention that useless bastard. I get angry whenever I bring it up." Seeing Zhao Ye's lack of expression, Lin Xuan thought he didn't like this topic and changed the subject on his own. Then, he looked at Zhao Ye with a mischievous smile and asked, "Zhao Ye, are you coming to sleep at my place tonight?"

"Do not go, focus on driving," Zhao Ye replied without any hesitation.

"Then I'll just sleep over at your place," Lin Xuan feigned a look of settling for second best.

"No, I want to see the script," Zhao Ye said calmly.

"Look at the script!" Lin Xuan was shocked and stepped on the brake. Ever since his parents went through that incident, there were internet comments from true fans claiming that Zhao Ye had a dubious background and was definitely not clean. After Zhao Ye saw those comments, he canceled all his commitments and no longer cared about the entertainment circle. Even the last time he served as a judge and presented an award, it was only because he promised not to bother him with entertainment-related matters if he went. He thought Zhao Ye might want to quit the entertainment industry, but he didn't expect him to actually take the initiative to say that he wanted to look at a script.

"Really?" Lin Xuan's face was filled with disbelief. Zhao Ye lowered her head and silently tightened her seatbelt before giving a fleeting glance and nodding.

"Great. Do you have a drama in mind that you want to film? Which one?" Lin Xuan asked persistently.

"Fusheng Meng."

"I haven't heard of it, but don't worry, as long as you want to film, I will take care of everything else," Lin Xuan assured solemnly.

"No need, I will have Vincent (Zhao Ye's manager) handle it. Just take care of your own affairs."

Ever since listening to Zhao Ye's words, Gu Lan has been restless and uneasy. He spent a sleepless night in the torment of various emotions. As soon as daylight broke the next day, he got out of bed, tidied himself up, randomly put on a casual outfit, and went downstairs to make breakfast.

As Gu Fusong and Anna came downstairs, they immediately saw Gu Lan'an wearing an apron in the scene of cooking porridge. The two of them couldn't help but make a bewildered expression at the same time. Gu Lan'an turned around and saw them like this, and couldn't help but laugh. In a cheerful manner, she said, "If you're hungry, have some bread first. I just baked it, the porridge will be ready soon."

"Okay." Gu Fusheng put on an indifferent look and led Anna towards the dining table. Anna pulled away from his grip and looked at Gu Lan'an, who was actually cooking, with a curious expression, and asked, "Son, why are you the one cooking? Where is Aunt Liu?"

"Aunt Liu came just now, but I sent her back. I took care of breakfast myself this morning. I wanted to personally make a meal for you all," Gu Lan'an said as she expertly stirred the porridge with a spoon.

"Tian, can you cook? You've never tried making these before, right?" Anna cast a doubtful glance at the pot of congee that looked quite decent.

"No way," Gu Lan'an smacked herself mentally. She had only wanted to make breakfast for her parents and please her father to make him rush into the entertainment industry to find Zhao Ye. But she had forgotten that the only reason she knew how to cook was because she had been supported by Zhao Ye in her past life and had believed in the nonsense she had read online - "To capture a man's heart, you must capture his stomach." She had specifically learned how to cook for that purpose. In this life, however, she couldn't even manage to live at an 18-year-old's level of disability. "But I can learn from Baidu, right?"