"You're thinking too much," Gu Junzhu felt indifferent, "He only took on one job for Lian Jinshang, and Lian Jinshang is already dead, who can prove that he worked as a gigolo?"
Ye Xingbei looked at him doubtfully, "Isn't there a saying that no walls in the world are impenetrable? Don't forget, the entertainment industry's journalists, known both as paparazzi and uncrowned kings, probably have a lot of patience!"
"If he were a real gigolo, I wouldn't recommend you sign him either," Gu Junzhu said, "But he hadn't entered the industry when I intercepted him. To be precise, he didn't take Lian Jinshang's business, he took my business. Do you think entertainment journalists are more skilled at digging up secrets, or am I better at hiding them?"
Ye Xingbei: "...That's hard to say!"
