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Five years ago, Lin Yuan gave an umbrella to a down-and-out man on a rainy night. Five years later, the top actor Pei Fan was drugged at an endorsement dinner. He lost control and tightly grabbed the wrist of a "waiter", mistaking her for the shadow that had long been forgotten on the rainy night. He is a well-known "living king of hell" in the industry. He has severe mysophobia. He does not speak on the set and only kills people with his eyes. She was an eighteen-year-old who had been reduced to dust, and she was also a transparent person who worked behind his back as a backup dancer for three months. That night, Lin Yuan dragged him to Vanity Fair and hid him in the nanny car, thinking that this old and shady debt would be settled. But after Pei Fan woke up, the first thing he did was to block the opponent who almost destroyed him, and the second thing he did was to lock the "waiter" with him. "Lin Yuan, my memory is not very good." He played with the familiar old scar on her wrist, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes that she couldn't understand. "You have to be responsible for making me mend the face I didn't see clearly five years ago." From a substitute to a shield, from a transparent person to a target of public criticism. The coldest King of Hell in Vanity Fair was helpless to contain her "mad dog".