Lin Zhu can read minds. With this ability as a talent agent, there’s no resource Lin Zhu can’t secure. *“Add 100k, deal?”* *“Who that script in your hand is for—you know best.”* *“Sleep with whoever you want—we’re dropping this project.”* Agent Lin Zhu never backs down, fiercely protecting his artist, Zhong Yao, who’s been absent from the industry for three years, stirring up a whirlwind in the entertainment world. After scaring off the paparazzi and dragging Zhong Yao to a street-side eatery, Lin Zhu thumps his chest: *“Don’t worry, I know what they’re after.”* *“Can you read everyone?”* Zhong Yao, the actor who left the spotlight three years ago, holds him still, gazing quietly: *“Then what about me? What can you see?”* Confident, Lin Zhu pauses dramatically—only to freeze in shock, his face flushing red. For the first time, the top agent stammers, fidgeting with his sleeve as he mutters under his breath. *“...That you just ate instant noodles. Tomato beef flavor.”*