Son, “Mom” Will Back You

"What about you?"

"Well, I thought we will be reviewing the script so I have no other plans…"

Luo Xiu leaned half way onto the table and his long leg casually folded the lines of his trousers. Exposed above the light grey cloth slipper was a portion of a well-defined ankle.

He looked around casually and caught sight of the brown notebook that was laying on the night table.

Luo Xiu pulled his eyes back, "I\'ll read some."

Gu Nian\'s eyes darted. "But you need rest too so you can get better…"

The rest of her sentenced disappeared in the profound look that was now turned toward her.

Their eyes met for a few seconds.

Luo Xiu\'s smile lessened. "What did Zhu Hanyu tell you?"

"!"

Gu Nian froze and looked blankly into the pair of eyes there was as dark as ink.

They looked at each other for a few more seconds.

Luo Xiu looked away and sighed lightly. "I knew he couldn\'t be trusted."

Gu Nian, "……"

Gu Nian finally couldn\'t help herself anymore, "I haven\'t even said anything yet. You, you shouldn\'t make any wild speculations."

Luo Xiu smiled lightly and looked back up at her. In a seemingly tender and harmless voice, he said, "So your strange behaviors right now have nothing to do with you finding out that I have stomach issues?"

Gu Nian, "……"

Gu Nian: I\'m so sorry, Assistant Zhu. T^T

Luo Xiu busted out laughing when he saw the look on the girl went from shock to desperation.

"I am fine."

Now that he had called her out on it, Gu Nian gave up her pretense. Given him a stern and solemn look, she warned Luo Xiu, "Stomach issues are serious issues. You shouldn\'t underestimate them."

"Alright."

Still not feeling very reassured, Gu Nian added, "You can\'t drink during dinner tonight!"

"What if someone comes and toasts me?"

"You still can\'t drink?"

"Not even if it\'s from an investor?"

"Not even if it\'s from an investor––"

Gu Nian stopped herself.

She felt desperate all over again after a few seconds.

If her precious son was to turn down the toast from an investor, his career path in the entertainment circle would be over.

Luo Xiu couldn\'t contain his smile. A little of it spilled out from his cover up.

He looked down and comforted her gently, "Don\'t worry. A few drinks with low alcoholic content is nothing."

"…No! Assistant Zhu told me that your stomach issue is very severe. Any alcohol would irritate it!"

All of a sudden, a light bulb appeared in her mind and she had an idea. "Oh, I get it!"

Luo Xiu looked down at her. "What is it?"

"I will be there. I\'ll drink for you if they ask!"

Luo Xiu stared at her for two whole seconds and resorted to asking, "Are you sure you are good at holding alcohol?"

"But of course."

"……"

Under Luo Xiu\'s look that could seemingly see right through her, Gu Nian had guilt conscience for all 0.1 second before she lifted up her chin, puffed up her chest, and short of patting herself on her chest as she said in the most serious tone, "I, can hold alcohol very well!"

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6:30 PM

The banquet hall on the 6th floor of Xingyue Hotel.

The celebratory dinner of Demons\' production team.

For a change, the production team had splurged and reserved the entire hotel. The security guards downstairs doing all their might to prevent any outsiders from getting inside and the screening process was even more strict outside of the banquet hall.

If they wanted to go inside: Daddy investors needed to present their invitations; working class slaves would present their work badge, and actors and actresses, their faces.

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Author\'s rambling:

Gu Nian: As long as we keep it at one glass or less!