Lu Fan: "..." Let go of your mother's stinking fart!
"I'm not feigning illness!"
"So, are you actually sick?"
Lu Fan, struggling to suppress the urge to strangle the other person, shouted out a few words: "I, I %￥#@*&!"
The other person: "!!!"
This kind of illness can't be delayed.
"Young Master, please wait, I'll go inform Sir Lu right away." With that, the person dashed out, but of course, if Lu Fan were in front of them at that moment, they would have noticed the person was covering their mouth and snickering secretly.
A grown man, actually, actually...
Hahaha!
It's just too funny for words!
Down in the basement, Lu Fan took a deep breath.
The old man was no easy opponent; Lu Fan had to play his part perfectly.
At that moment, Lu Fan was very grateful that he was an agent; he had managed countless artists so even if he hadn't seen pork, he'd seen pigs run.
When it comes to acting, he was better than most actors.
