19 Supporting Male Roles in the Entertainment Industry

Upon hearing Lin Shuang’s words, the patriarch of the Lin family immediately grew wary, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at Lin Shuang before him.

Perhaps out of weariness—especially in the days leading up to the passing of Old Master Yu—he found the barbed remarks from those people particularly tiresome and chose to ignore them. This indifference led them to believe he was easily bullied during that period.

While Mo Shishi was inspecting, a sudden noise from the doorway startled her, and she quickly concealed herself.

After their earlier conversation, Ye Hanyue seemed less resistant to Elder Yao and the Jingyou Villa than when she had first arrived.

However, it was even more frustrating that Mo Shishi kept evading. Realizing the vast difference in their abilities, she avoided direct confrontation, relying on her speed advantage to flee, leaving Ye Hanyue with no chance to engage.

One dish after another was brought to the table, sumptuous and plentiful, including several of Ding Ying’s favorite foods.

Since Huangfu Xiu had been dispatched by the emperor to the Western Mountain Camp, many factions who disliked him had begun to stir secretly.

But those were days of a different era. Having enjoyed the reunion feast, Lin Meiru rested briefly in the new room with Sheng Aiguo. The wedding banquet that evening was the main event, complete with the youthful wedding night festivities, whose duration was uncertain. It was best to rest a while first.

Ye Rui’s tears flowed endlessly, soaking a large patch of the bedding before her, yet a cold smile lingered at the corner of her mouth—an eerie expression that unsettled Lanlan.

Wang Limin entered the conference room and saw Zhou Maogang and Sun Hui still talking. Approaching Sun Hui directly about the matter seemed improper, so he reported to Song Chunming instead.

With the conversation reaching that point, Fang Qingxue understood that saying more would only embarrass herself; she nodded and withdrew.

Emperor Taizong Li Shimin once wisely said: “By using bronze as a mirror, one can straighten one’s attire; by using history as a mirror, one can understand rise and fall; by using people as a mirror, one can discern gains and losses.”

The soldiers of the Eastern Frontier Army hurriedly discarded their weapons, fearful that any delay would cost them a strike.

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Luo Fu knew that such ancient, reclusive solitary cultivators, who had been hidden away for tens of thousands of years or more, would rarely show themselves easily.

His companion, furious, stomped repeatedly on the plump frame of Mu Haohong, eliciting pained cries until finally relenting.

She could not stand idly by—relying on Yin Lan gave her the means to protect herself, so she had to help her sisters within her capability.

Having ascended to the second tier, she no longer needed to wait long for her feathers to grow; she could now actively supply energy to her wings.

A handsome man clad in a black bathrobe held a glass of red wine; the swirling liquid resembled fresh blood.

In the second major district, a faction within a large gathering place fought fiercely for four rounds, ultimately concluding the match with a 4:1 victory.

Wu Lue had already enlarged the surveillance screen facing the direction of the self-constructed road, revealing a figure in dark gray attire wandering strangely along the path, seemingly distraught and confused.

Upon hearing this, Ji Mo felt a warmth in his heart—indeed, his beloved Mi Lin was sensible, deserving of his constant care.

Yet sometimes, reality was cruel. As Gu Lin focused intently on completing the last laps of the race, a voice came through the car’s radio—team leader Feng Jian instructing her to slow down and let the third-starting racer, Zhan Yunfei, who had overtaken the second, trail just behind her.

Ye Qiong pointed with a finger, causing ripples to form in the air. Countless finger shadows appeared in the void, dense and numerous, charging toward the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Huang Taiji exhaled deeply, as if a weight had lifted from his heart after receiving Yang Fei’er’s affirmation.

Ji Mo wondered, puzzled—could it be that the purple blood once residing within Zhao Shiyao had altered the repelling nature between the two energies?

“Come sit in my carriage for a while. What about your vehicle?” The rain had grown heavier, falling on their faces. Xu Mao, regaining his composure, shouted to her.

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Though she had not planned to be with Mr. Xu Mao, hearing the doctor’s diagnosis left Yu Yajing feeling unsettled.

Han Fenghuan didn’t need to look to know it was a fox’s gesture. When he saw Ye Kaijun, he realized he had been reporting to Song Mingji ever since they had disembarked.

Then Han Tao kept dragging Leng Ye out for wild adventures, and Leng Ye welcomed all comers. Han Ruixing considered Leng Ye a “promising talent” and tacitly allowed the two boys to play together daily.

Glancing toward the direction Li Tianxiu had left, Yue Qi sighed softly. He had intended to invite her tonight, but something must have upset her to cause such troubles. Yet, seeing his sister today brought him more joy than sorrow.

In the center of a wall within this sealed chamber, a massive black metal door, over ten meters tall and forty to fifty meters wide, was half open.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go. After capturing Dr. Liya, we’ll return to the casino to rest properly!” the flaming corpse urged.

Those ungrateful humans—he had originally intended to kill them all. But he had promised his father not to seek revenge, so he had to restrain the flames of vengeance burning within him.

In the past, every outing was pre-planned by the school, to prevent students from getting lost or injured, as outdoor activities were strictly regulated in those times.

As for the jewelry, diamonds, jade, and ancient ornaments obtained from Lu Yi, they could not be displayed casually. Only select pieces would be chosen and stored in a well-secured coded box, carried by Wang Jiaye or Lu Huosheng, to ensure dignity and honor.