Chapter 411: After It

I knew he wouldn't show up! Look at the dumb idea you came up with!

What's a dumb idea? You agreed to it too.

I agreed to nothing! Who the hell wanted to pile up with you? You're a female pervert!

Stop pretending—you just went to the bathroom to change your underwear, didn't you? Lace ones, too—I saw the slit right in the crotch. You planned this all along!

How dare you talk about me? Is that champagne meant for drinking? You didn't even bring a glass—what part of your body are you planning to use as one? Just throw in a straw while you're at it.

You're really impressive—you don't even need champagne to get someone drunk, huh~

Screw you, I'm gonna punch you!

You think I can't beat you?

After a loud, noisy argument, the two girls both felt much better.

So they simply took a shower and found champagne glasses in the hotel room's minibar.

Clearly, they weren't as upset as they pretended to be about Bai Liang not showing up today.

Actually pile up together?

If it happened suddenly, maybe—close your eyes, get emotional, you might even accept it.

But this kind of pre-planned setup? That really tests your sense of shame.

Change the method: one-on-one, do whatever you want, turn Bai Liang into a pole and dance on him—it'd be fine.

But two-on-one? You don't even know where to put your hands.

And it's just too degrading to yourself.

They aren't Jin Da Xi, always scheming to snatch a third-party position.

If you actually let someone pile up with you, it feels like you'll never get a chance to rise up again.

Once your bottom line drops, it's never easy to raise it back up.

Is this champagne expensive?

Li Yitong smacked her lips, tasting the champagne Li Xin brought—it was decent, but she couldn't say exactly why.

"He's the spokesperson—he paid for it. I didn't pay a cent," Li Xin said, swirling her wine glass.

Hearing this, Li Yitong felt strange. "What does him being the spokesperson have to do with you? Why are you freeloaders?"

"Because he likes me~"

"Xiu Xiu, you always look so cold and aloof—I never thought you'd be this self-absorbed," Li Yitong couldn't help remarking.

Back then, Meng Jie actually succeeded in rising up on the set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"—though it only lasted a while. She was all nervous and insecure then, unlike Li Xin, who seemed to have some mysterious confidence.

Ohhh, he likes me~~~

Disgusting!

"You're the one who's self-absorbed!"

Li Xin shot a fierce glare at the evil little kitten, then reached out to snatch the glass from her hand.

I'm treating you to drinks and you still yap nonstop? Give it back!

"My bad, my bad—I like you, I like you too, we both like you~ Let me have two more sips."

Unlike before, when there were too many people around.

Now it was just the two of them in the room. Li Yitong figured it was fine to soothe Li Xin after their fight.

They were both women nearing thirty—no need to argue or even fight over some guy over a late-night drink.

Besides, even if you win, there's no prize.

"The taste really is good—can I sneak some of this back home too?" the evil little kitten seized the chance to ask.

But Li Xin refused without hesitation: "No!"

"Why not?"

"You don't know how to use it."

"Then teach me~" the evil little kitten said, sounding genuinely humble.

That attitude's not bad.

But Li Xin said Bai Liang wasn't here—she couldn't teach anyway~

Of course, even if he were here, she still couldn't teach—she couldn't make Li Yitong sit there wide-eyed watching, could she? She was an actress, but not that kind.

As for recording it or blurring it out—

Li Xin tapped her own head, thinking she'd probably drunk a bit too much—what nonsense was she imagining?

At that moment, she glanced at Li Yitong's suitcase and asked casually: "Why did you bring your suitcase? Not going home to sleep tonight?"

"I never planned to go home anyway. Now I'm thinking—if I get too drunk, I'll just crash here for a bit."

"You really do get drunk easily—look how red your face is already. If you were drinking with a guy, you'd be passed out in eighteen different poses. Even this low-alcohol champagne turns you this flushed."

Li Xin teased relentlessly, adding that with this kind of alcohol tolerance, how could she possibly learn how to use champagne? No talent, no chance.

"Xiu Xiu, you really talk too much—your little mouth never stops. Do you chatter like this in bed too?"

Looking at the increasingly mischievous kitten, fueled by alcohol, Li Xin felt slightly embarrassed—but they were both girls, chatting late at night, drunk—it was normal to be a bit bold.

"I'm fine—I just have a bit more carrying power. If the room's not soundproof, people outside can hear."

"You're so impressive~ I can't do that."

"You don't just meow like a cat, do you?"

"At first I could, but later I couldn't—it's pretty normal, I guess… it gets more urgent."

Li Xin agreed—later on, she really couldn't control herself either, if they were talking about the same person~

By the time they finished two bottles of champagne, their conversation had reached a level so explicit it could get the novel banned if written down.

She even kept gesturing wildly, growing more excited with every word, her cheeks flushed red.

But when Li Xin felt a little untrustworthy hand pressed tightly against her, she suddenly remembered the group chat's teasing:

Evil little kitten shouldn't drink iced americano—she should drink herbal medicine.

She's acting weird!

——

Tap card, door unlocked.

Hmm. How to describe it.

Bai Liang smelled the alcohol in the room, saw the overturned champagne bottle, the spilled liquid still damp on the floor, and found the scene oddly familiar.

He glanced at the two girls sleeping pressed together on the bed, and a flicker of curiosity stirred in him.

It wasn't curiosity about whether they were wearing clothes under the covers—he was wondering, since they were in the same room, who owned the other room key?

Sister Yanzi had given him three room keys.

The whole "pick one" was just a joke—she ended up giving him all three, adding, "Little White Brother, take care of your health~"

Sister Yanzi had overthought this—when Bai Liang opened the door yesterday and saw Big Tian Tian, he knew he wouldn't be leaving that night.

Big Tian Tian was clingy; after everything, she'd insist on hugging him to sleep—he couldn't possibly slip away.

Anyone with experience knows that sleeping tightly entwined, like in TV dramas, is uncomfortable.

But Big Tian Tian was profoundly "anti-human" in this regard—she could cling all night long, even rubbing against you in her sleep.

Only in the morning did she "release him," loosening her arms and the leg she'd pinned him with.

It actually suited Bai Liang's early-rising habit—she, when unoccupied, would likely sleep until nearly noon.

So Bai Liang came to "open the blind box."

Upon entering, he realized these two girls were truly wild.

There were three champagne bottles in the room—all empty.

No one knew whether they'd drunk them or used them for something else.

But the sofa looked thoroughly messed up, and when he touched it, his fingers stuck—had he not been trapped by Big Tian Tian yesterday, Bai Liang would've suspected he and Li Xin had caused this scene.

So the question arose: how had these two girls used the champagne and bottles?

The answer seemed to lie beneath the covers.

Bai Liang hesitated whether to sneak a peek—felt it was impolite.

"... male fox."

Hearing this call, Bai Liang looked up and saw Li Yitong half-asleep, blushing slightly as she waved at him shyly.

"Evil little kitten, what are you two..."

The evil little kitten said nothing, only turned her head and lifted one corner of the blanket slightly toward him.

Bai Liang instantly "got it"—fine, he should make up for it a little.

"Oh come on, I told you to just come up already~"

After being crushed in his arms, the evil little kitten wore a blissful little expression.

It really had to be this male fox!

Leaning into his arms, the feeling was utterly different—compared to the sweet perfume of girls, she preferred Bai Liang's faint, comforting scent, which made her feel even more intoxicated.

Smelly boys > sweet girls.

She didn't even ask why Bai Liang had come so late—after all, he'd come.

"Um, should we go to the sofa? Xin Xin hasn't woken up yet."

"The sofa's sticky—did you spill wine on it?"

"Uh, we drank a bit too much yesterday."

As Bai Liang adjusted his aim, he asked softly: "Did you bully her?"

"She bullied me," the evil little kitten said, sounding slightly guilty.

"Really?"

Bai Liang turned to look at Li Xin, suddenly sensing something off—yes! Why was Li Xin sleeping face-down?

Could that posture be comfortable?

But as he considered helping her adjust her sleeping position, he noticed something strange about the thin blanket.

Excluding the premise that Li Xin was actually a boy, he reached out—

Ssshh.

At this moment, Bai Liang's gaze toward the evil little kitten turned distinctly suspicious.

Clearly, meeting his eyes, Li Yitong grew even more guilty.

"She, she wanted it herself—I just helped out! What were you doing yesterday, not showing up?"

Bai Liang's super brain clearly wasn't functioning properly under these circumstances.

Why is it that AI can't replace humans?

For Li Xin, Bai Liang hadn't just shown up yesterday—he'd likely never "left" all night.

She could only sleep face-down—otherwise, how would she handle her "tail"?

After carefully removing the "fake Bai Liang," Li Xin, who had been frowning slightly even in sleep, suddenly relaxed.

Having done this, Bai Liang would now properly punish the evil little kitten!

Though he didn't know how these two had aligned their granularity and synchronized their underlying logic yesterday.

But this kind of thing? Definitely the evil little kitten's idea—catching her was the right move!

Knowing she couldn't escape, the evil little kitten chose "mutual destruction": "Hmph, what did you do last night? Spill the truth."

Bai Liang gave a strange answer: "I went to taste some sweet water."

Hearing such a bizarre remark, the evil little kitten naturally didn't understand, thinking the damn male fox was brushing her off.

But since he didn't keep pressing the issue about the "fake Bai Liang," everyone called it even!

"Be gentle, I can't hold it anymore. Don't wake up Xin Xin."

Bai Liang turned his head at these words, only to meet a pair of eerie eyes.

She was already awake.

——

"Bai Mengyan, did you sleep well last night?"

Looking at her best friend Xiao Juan, who was winking and grinning at her, Bai Lu, now seated on the car to the airport early in the morning, was puzzled: "What do you mean, sleep well or not?"

"Don't play dumb~ I already handed your room card over. It must've been an amazing night, right?"

"Who did you give my room card to?!"

At these words, Bai Lu froze, quickly pressing for an answer.

"Your little white brother's agent! Isn't that thoughtful of me? Come on, tell me how your idol was—his body's so good."

Yesterday, Bai Lu's best friend and assistant had really gone all out, clutching the room card and searching the whole venue for Sister Yanzi.

Fortunately, hard work paid off—she finally got the card into the other's hands.

A total victory!

At this moment, Bai Lu continued to stare blankly. After a long while, once she understood exactly what had happened, she didn't punch her best friend.

There was no help for it—these past few days, they'd spent plenty of time daydreaming together about Bai Liang.

Girls, in private, have looser boundaries anyway, and between best friends, nothing is off-limits.

If the other had just consulted her first, she'd have pretended to be shy, then probably agreed—maybe—somewhat.

But the key point is—

"I slept straight through till I woke up naturally. No idol, no nightmare—nothing!" Bai Lu grumbled.

"Really? Even when you were practically throwing yourself at him, he didn't take it? Then all that stuff you bragged to me about how he must like you—was it all just your imagination?"

"."

To be fair, Bai Lu didn't really blame her best friend for acting on her own—but right now, she felt terrible.

The room card was given, but he never came!

This made her feel utterly defeated.

Luckily, her best friend hadn't spoiled the plot in advance—otherwise, Bai Lu would've spent last night nervously prepping her appearance and waiting all night.

As her friend said, was she just overestimating herself? Thinking he liked her, when he didn't?

"Don't think like that—maybe he's just a very upright person," her friend now began to comfort her.

Think about it—it's like stripping naked and still having no one want to touch you.

Too humiliating!

"I'm ruined. You've doomed me. What if he thinks I'm some easy girl?"

"Quick, send him a message to explain."

"Will it help?"

"It's worth a shot—see how his reply tone changes."

"Oh okay!"

The explanation message was sent quickly, but Bai Lu slipped in a little trick.

Her apology message basically said: her best friend had acted on her own and handed the room card over, but she'd suddenly had something come up and didn't stay at the original hotel.

Since Bai Liang never showed up anyway, Bai Lu wanted to preserve a bit of dignity.

If he really was upright, it might help reshape his impression.

But it meant her best friend Xiao Juan had to take the blame.

Xiao Juan: No problem, sis! Push all the blame onto me—I'll carry every black pot for you!

This message waited a long time—until Bai Lu had already landed and returned to Yanjing—before she finally got Bai Liang's reply.

"What did he say?"

Seeing Bai Lu's strange expression, her best friend Xiao Juan hurriedly asked.

"He said 'next time for sure.'"

"Huh?"

Looking at her long, essay-like message, Bai Lu wondered if Bai Liang had even read it all.

Fortunately, the second message came quickly.

Bai Liang said the previous message was sent by a little kitten randomly pressing his phone—he'd had something come up last night too, so he couldn't make the "appointment," and told Bai Lu not to feel guilty or anything.

He ended with a "hang in there" emoji.

A kitten?

This answer made Bai Lu laugh out loud. "He's kind of cute—his excuses are so funny."

"Right, whose kitten even replies to messages?"

Bai Liang: There is one. A very evil little kitten.

As for the room card to Bai Lu's room, after giving the increasingly evil kitten a little "lesson," he also asked Sister Yanzi about the situation.

Sister Yanzi replied: "Her room card is still lying in my bag."

When she first got the thing, Sister Yanzi's expression had been very strange.

She didn't know whether Bai Lu was naive, or her assistant was— but Sister Yanzi wasn't the innocent little rookie agent she'd been back then.

Yesterday, she gave Bai Liang three room cards, but none of them were for Bai Lu.

Although she accepted them, it was just to spare the other person's face—refusing outright would have been too hurtful.

But no matter what the other person's true intentions were—genuine or fake—given they'd only met twice, Sister Yanzi, as the head steward, wouldn't let Bai Liang take such a risk.

Who knows if the other person simply wanted to get close to Bai Liang, or if they had ill intent and secretly installed a pinhole camera in the room?

Bai Liang's luck is truly mystical, but Sister Yanzi never slips up on this kind of thing.

Just to be safe~

Besides, yesterday's group was already over capacity, so they just outright rejected the offer.

Of course, if she joined, forming a triple-layer lineup would be another matter.

But clearly, that's not likely right now.

Li Xin and Li Yitong have been "meshing" for so long~—

After the Bulgari dinner, Li Xin's film *Zhu Xian* was immediately released.

As a mid-autumn festival slot following the summer season, the three-day holiday had limited scale and sat right before the blockbuster-heavy National Day release window.

It wasn't exactly a hot slot.

But it was a good opportunity for low-budget films to make their move.

With a clear audience base, you could guarantee a basic "insurance" box office return.

Under these conditions, *Zhu Xian* exploded on its first day of mid-autumn release with 143 million yuan in box office, topping the daily chart and crushing second place, *Detective Conan: The Fist of Blue Sapphire*, by double the revenue.

It even knocked down *A Small Wish*, the film previously competing with Peng Yuchang and Wang Dalu.

It was fitting—after pulling such a stunt, Peng Yuchang still willingly paid for promotional tours himself; he'd done more than enough.

Even two days after release, *Zhu Xian* hadn't surpassed *Ne Zha: The Demon Boy Comes Into the World*, which had been screening for a month and a half.

Of course, it was normal to fall short—*Ne Zha* was still red-hot, holding the highest occupancy rate in its slot, with many people going back for second and third viewings.

Still, as the mid-autumn box office champion, *Zhu Xian* naturally received mixed reviews.

Xiao Zhan's fans raved, while the general public raged, and the two sides clashed fiercely.

A month after *The Shanghai Fortress* proved the "idol + IP" model no longer worked, the reigning top idol Xiao Zhan reignited the debate.

Meanwhile, Li Xin, who won the billing battle, remarked: "Ah~ the benefits of low visibility have finally arrived."

No one's scolding her, but this film still counts as one of her lead-actress box office credits~

Just as netizens were debating whether *Zhu Xian*, a film packed with flaws, had once again opened the floodgates to idol-driven cinema—

News that *Ne Zha* had surpassed six billion yuan dominated the top trending topic on every platform!

A third film had broken the six-billion-yuan barrier!

Half the entertainment industry sent congratulations.

After all, animated films still faced slightly less targeted criticism than *Wolf Warrior 2* or *The Wandering Earth*.

Except for the glaring anomaly that was Bai Liang.

It was amusing: before the film's release, a slew of marketing accounts pushed the narrative that this movie should count as Bai Liang's lead role.

Now, those same accounts had switched tune, claiming voice acting counted as a lead role?

That's not how it works!

Their contradictory statements were laughable; countless netizens posted side-by-side screenshots of their old and new claims, forcing many marketing accounts to shut down their comment sections.

As for whether it counts or not—Bai Liang didn't care.

But many people were indeed discussing it.

Because if it did count, Bai Liang would become China's first actor whose lead-film box office exceeded twenty billion yuan.

No, not just over twenty billion—add it all up and it's twenty-four billion, possibly even twenty-five billion, since the film is still screening!

And there's still *My People, My Country* coming in the National Day slot.

Although Bai Liang only played the lead in one segment, that box office can still be counted.

Whether or not *Ne Zha* counts will never be settled by debate.

But at this moment, Bai Liang received an interview invitation from a film channel.

Hmm—he didn't act like a diva; he arrived at CCTV right on time.

But the film channel host opened with: "Your lead role in *Ne Zha: The Demon Boy Comes Into the World* has achieved…"

Bai Liang: Huh???

My lead role?

Listen up, folks—this isn't me saying it; it's the film channel saying it.

But Bai Liang didn't play dumb—he straight-up corrected them: "My lead role? I only did the voice."

The female host blinked, then smiled sweetly: "Then it's still your lead role~"

Bai Liang got it.

Well, he didn't really get it—he just figured since everyone was saying it, he didn't feel like arguing.

You say it is, then it is.

The interview itself was pretty standard—the film channel didn't give Bai Liang any chance to pull any stunts.

It left him slightly disappointed.

They just slapped the title of lead actor on him for all three six-billion-yuan+ films, as if that were the entire point of the interview.

But the female host did hand him a business card afterward.

Bai Liang glanced at it—her name was Lan Yu.

Born in 1992, same age as Bai Liang, with a slightly later birthday, she graduated from Communication University and started her hosting career immediately upon graduation.

Single.

Of course, the business card didn't list all that—it was something Bai Liang later looked up on Baidu Baike.

"I'm really looking forward to our next meeting. Good luck," Lan Yu said goodbye to Bai Liang.

"Next meeting?" Bai Liang asked, puzzled.

"I'm the host of this year's Golden Rooster Awards."

"My apologies—I thought your encouragement was about that?"

"Exactly~"

This host, same age as Bai Liang, remained quite talkative after the interview ended, and CCTV hosts seemed to naturally carry the trait of "dignified composure."

Too bad that composure didn't last, because Bai Liang asked if she could quietly write his name as this year's Golden Rooster Best Actor.

He'd split the trophy with her afterward.

Lan Yu: Ahhh… I just can't do that~

She's just a host, not the chairperson of the Golden Rooster Awards committee.

Yet, despite this outrageous request, Lan Yu actually thought about it for a moment—this was utterly insane.

She didn't think Bai Liang was just pulling her leg; she thought she herself couldn't do it.

Bai Liang, after failing to sneak through the back door, didn't think the girl was useless.

Because she'd given him a gift—a fountain pen.

Hmm. Take this to the Golden Rooster Awards. Perfect to pin on your suit.

"Big Brother Dou Xiao Bai, I truly admire you—CCTV host, no less," Sister Yanzi couldn't help exclaiming.

Damn, he really doesn't leave empty-handed.

Even a movie channel interview somehow produced a "parting gift" for Bai Liang—why not just steal the host too?

It felt like their Big Brother Dou Xiao Bai grabbed something wherever he went.

Sister Yanzi even suspected that, wherever there was a pretty girl, even if Big Brother Dou Xiao Bai had not a single cent on him, he'd still live like a king.

And honestly, she was the one who knew best just how wealthy Bai Liang was.

At this level of wealth, others throw money at female stars—but Big Brother Dou Xiao Bai seemed to be the one female stars were trying to spend money on.

Is money really just for women to look at?

That earlier wave of reports about movie profits had already shown Bai Liang's money to every woman.

Yet no one wanted to spend it—that was what confused Sister Yanzi most.

So many pretty girls—none of them even tempted to take a little?

In the end, she could only conclude: either they were planning something big—like directly taking his place—or these girls had high standards; other possibilities might exist too, needing time to sort out.

But when she found out a few days ago that Sister Reba, who'd never planned to buy property, wanted to buy a house and put Bai Liang's name on it, she was completely stunned.

He's worth billions—yet he's trying to live off a woman's money?

Bai Liang: This is a lifestyle.

Still, he'd actually refused Sister Reba's offer to buy him a house—why put only his name on it?

Both names must be on it!

Of course, he wasn't truly penniless—he'd still chip in for renovations and furniture.

Sister Yanzi: … Is this even human speech?

The world had truly become so insane she no longer understood it.

——

The movie channel's interview came out quickly, released around September 20th.

Netizens who'd been arguing suddenly saw it: Holy shit, has the official verdict been sealed?!

Come on! Let's settle this!

The Capybara army mobilized fully, pasting screenshots of the interview and the CCTV logo under every Weibo post and thread claiming this couldn't count as lead actor box office.

Whether the movie channel's stance truly counted as a final verdict was debatable.

But many marketing accounts and software that tracked these stats quietly added Bai Liang's name.

Weibo moved fastest—Bai Liang's representative works instantly gained "Ne Zha."

"Insane. They really counted the Immortal as a two-billion-yuan actor! First-ever two-billion-yuan Best Actor—he's pulled way ahead of everyone else."

"The Immortal just doesn't play fair—always adding sixty-plus billion, sixty-plus billion—how can anyone compete?"

"It feels like he's playing a completely different game from everyone else in entertainment—just shut it down, Immortal, you're turning this into a single-player game."

"The craziest part? He's still considered a top streamer. Is this even reasonable? If I were other top streamers in the industry, I'd rush to kick the Immortal out of the top streamer slot."

"But he really does have the highest traffic among young male entertainers—the newly crowned top streamer Xiao Zhan is even a year older than him."

"How about this: let's compromise. When Xiao Zhan stops being a top streamer, then the Immortal stops meddling in the top streamer race—deal?"

"Fair enough, bro—keep competing in the top streamer race! Why step down? The Immortal is a traffic artist—who has higher traffic than him? Come argue."

"As long as the Immortal doesn't exit this race, every other top streamer will have a mountain crushing their heads—who dares claim they're a top-tier top streamer?"

"."

The issue of the top streamer race really did feel like the whole world had suffered long enough under Bai Liang.

Whenever Bai Liang stood there, other top streamers had to consider his presence before attempting any operation or marketing.

Otherwise, they risked a marketing disaster and being mocked by rivals using Bai Liang as an example.

They really wanted to kick him out—but Sister Yanzi, who controlled the marketing account matrix, refused.

Our Big Brother Dou Xiao Bai is only twenty-seven, in his prime—why can't he stay in the top streamer race?

If you can't make it, don't blame the road.

Besides, how would he even transition? He only has one Weibo Best Actor award—what's there to transition to? He's clearly a traffic artist.

Actually, this year, Sister Yanzi hoped that her own Xiao Bai wouldn't "get lucky" and actually win something like the Golden Rooster Best Actor award.

No rush, it's not the right time yet—let's play with them a bit more~

Her own Xiao Bai doesn't need this Best Actor trophy to prove himself; as long as he's the Weibo Best Actor, the topic will go viral.

Over in the other side of the ocean, that little Leo has chased the Oscar Best Actor award for so many years, and been discussed for just as long.

Of course, if someone truly, deeply wants it, that's another matter.

People, at a certain point in their lives, sometimes want to obtain these kinds of things to prove themselves or fulfill a wish.

As for whether Bai Liang has such a wish…

Sister Yanzi glanced over. "Xiao Bai, what do you think about the Golden Rooster Award?"

Bai Liang looked serious: "I need to pick a nice suit to match the pen the beautiful hostess gave me."

Sister Yanzi: No wonder it's you!

There's still over two months until the Golden Rooster Award, so no need to rush thinking about it yet—but National Day season is coming up, and Bai Liang must begin his premiere tour.

"Chinese Captain," "My People, My Country," "The Climbers"—the three main-theme blockbusters of National Day season—he must attend each premiere.

For "Chinese Captain," he was paid to make a cameo—shouldn't he show up for the premiere to support them? His daily rate already exceeded Shuangzi's 2.08 million.

As for "My People, My Country," no need to explain—he's the lead in one of the segments; he absolutely must attend.

As for "The Climbers," since Bai Liang previously summited Zhufeng, the producers will do anything to get him there for the hype.

Then he heard Wu Jing say that Bai Liang and his team had made a documentary.

Shanghai Film's team behind "The Climbers" was thrilled: "That's perfect! He absolutely must come!"

Wu Jing broke into cold sweats, especially after learning when Bai Liang's documentary would go live on Sohu—he felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom.

The straw that breaks the camel's back might not be the last one—it could be a massive hammer falling from Zhufeng!

Everyone wanted to go chat with Huang Xiaoming and ask for some advice.

As for Bai Liang, he's always easygoing—if people want him to show up and lend support, he'll go.

He can sit through "The Shanghai Fortress"—what movie can't he watch?

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