As soon as these words were finished, Kerry was stunned and froze. Old Liu didn't care about his strangeness and continued to scold him angrily. However, when the old man was halfway through, Kerry suddenly asked loudly: "Who do you think he is?!"

This time, Mr. Liu was stunned: "Who?"

Kerry yelled: "Who is Lin Shen!"

Mr. Liu has never seen Kerry look so crazy. This brat has always paid attention to those things on his face. He can't ignore his image when encountering anything, and roar with a blushing face, and it is even more impossible to roar at him, his elder.

A strange thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and Mr. Liu said, "I don't know who Lin Shen is. I'm talking to you about Lin Xuan. I've heard about you that you have sneaked into someone else's affairs. I will tell your father about the matter. As for what he wants to do..."

Kerry didn't hear clearly what happened next, and Mr. Liu just said in his ears.

Fourteen years have passed, and the thing he thought he had forgotten had long forgotten, but now when he closed his eyes, it all appeared before him, not even a trace of it.

He clearly remembered that when he woke up that morning, he was almost fainting. Of course, he saw the blood from the bed sheet, and he also found that he was still buried in someone's body and had not pulled it out for a night. He was so scared that he fell to the ground. A trace of guilt and apologies flashed through his mind, but the next moment, a vast panic swept over him.

He was panicking. What should he do if others knew that he had fallen into such a fat man?!

His friends would joke with him, and the people in Hollywood would treat him as a joke after dinner. Lance would take him home and beat him up to no avail. From then on, no matter how successful he succeeds in the future, all the scum that is not as good as him will be discussed behind his back: "So what if Krimans Holt won the award? His taste is really unbelievable. He has a fat man, such a fat man!"

Thinking of such a scene, he wanted to die now.

So when he saw his translator slowly wake up, he subconsciously ignored the other party's pale face and expectant smile. He left the bedroom like a panic. After putting on his clothes, the first thing he thought about was to escape. However, as soon as his feet reached out, he couldn't help but retreat.

...He just has to deal with things and can't let others discover it. He just doesn't want others to discover it. He just came back because of this! There is no other reason!

The surging fear and great self-esteem of Kerry could not care about his little guilt. He had to deal with everything as soon as possible. At this time, he could only ask his childhood friend, Charlie, who was born in a French film family.

He seemed to have not done anything bad, and he apologized well and arranged Lin Shen... Lin Xuan's place to go. Yes, he personally sent the person to the airport. He disappeared inexplicably later. It had nothing to do with him. He arranged everything, it was impossible...

Suddenly a string broke in my mind.

What sounded in his ears was the smooth French at the French Awards Ceremony banquet; what flashed before his eyes was that sunny afternoon. When he turned around, he saw the fat little translator standing at the corner of the living room with his dining tray, staring at him intently.

There was a thin layer of water mist in his eyes. At that time, he was ridiculed and mocked by his bad friends, and he had no time to pay attention to the abnormality of the other party. He asked a question in French vigilantly, and the man looked at him timidly for a long time, showing a simple smile and said softly-

"Kerry, what are you talking about?"

"Kerry!"

"director!"

"Holter!"
Chapter completed!