308 A Pot Falls from the Sky While One Sits at Home. 5yr

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Fang Zhao knew what Si Lu meant, and his gaze went to Si Lu's hands. "You didn't bring the knife."
"...No." Si Lu scratched his head in embarrassment. He had not brought his knife along when seeking help. Wouldn't he get mistaken for a gang member?
However, when Si Lu heard Fang Zhao mention the knife, he had more confidence in Fang Zhao. The character he played was someone whose knife never left his hands.
"Come in." Fang Zhao poured a glass of water and handed it over.
Si Lu accepted it courteously. "Thanks."
But he didn't dare to drink.
His manager had mentioned to him many times that he should not randomly drink anything that others handed over. He was to guard against people even if they were from the same company. Everyone was a competitor—who knew if the other party might have some motives and add something else to the drink?
Before joining the cast, his manager had exhorted repeatedly that he should guard against other actors, especially those from rival companies, such