"Gu Yan, I don't play games. If you have any purpose - why don't you just say it." The man pressed him against the cold wall backstage at the Golden Eagle Awards, with a cold tone and a burning gaze. And the "national brother" Gu Yan, who was panicked and wet-eyed a second ago, now hooked the man's tie with a sickly and coquettish smile: "Mr. Huo, isn't my goal always right in front of you?"
——Everyone thought that Gu Yan was a weak little white rabbit who needed to be taken care of. Only Huo Heng knew that he was a little lunatic in sheep's clothing who could bite people's throats.
In order to take revenge, Gu Yan lurked for many years and carefully planned a trap called "love". He calculated every chance encounter, rehearsed every tear, and finally succeeded in living in Huo Heng's heart. But when the "Plan Manual" filled with calculations fell in front of Huo Heng, the man who loved him to the core sneered and tore up all the tenderness. "Gu Yan, you lied to me for so long, are you happy?"
When acting meets sincerity, when a hunter becomes a plaything. Who is the final winner in this wealthy game called "paranoia"?
