Rebirth: I Became Mr.President’s Beloved Chapter 173: 173: Big Brother, Tang Li Says She Wants to Be

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Big Brother, Tang Li Says She Wants to Be a Superstar

Several calls from Song Jingtian ca in around eight o’clock at night.

At that ti, Tang Li was filming.

On set, actors and crew mbers must set their cellphones to vibrate or silent mode. Before going on scene, cellphones must be turned off; they cannot be answered during filming.

So, she didn’t turn her phone on all afternoon and evening.

Seeing the cellphone display 23:48, Tang Li didn’t call back imdiately.

The next morning, she was woken up by the vibration of her cellphone.

Tang Li glanced at the caller ID, still groggy with sleep, and simply answered the phone while still in bed.

Before she could speak, a child’s voice full of energy ca through the receiver questioning, “Why did you turn off your phone last night? What were you sneakily up to?”

With the child’s youthful voice sounding so lively, Tang Li asked, fighting off sleepiness, “Did you call for sothing?”

Song Jingtian counter-questioned, “Can’t I call you if there’s nothing wrong?”

“…” Tang Li.

“Not contacting for so long, have you forgotten about ?” The little guy on the other end of the phone started to interrogate with a tone of accusation.

Tang Li replied, “I’ve just been a bit busy recently.”

“To think I was worried about you. The night I ca back from Shangbu, my mother confiscated my pocket money and watch. She even has a driver follow everywhere. I’m not allowed to go anywhere except school and ho. And you, I’ve been unreachable for so many days and you didn’t even give a call.”

“You’re fine now, aren’t you.” Tang Li didn’t want to wake Wu Xuehan, so she got up and went to the kitchen, closed the door behind her, and continued, “From the way you’re talking so energetically, at least you’re doing better than .”

Song Jingtian humd and didn’t continue to argue, “So what have you been busy with lately?”

“Following the production crew, filming.”

In front of a child, Tang Li did not deliberately conceal it.

The little guy asked, “Do you want to beco a big star?”

Tang Li countered with a question, “It’s Tuesday today, why aren’t you at school?”

“What’s the hurry, it’s still early.”

Tang Li pictured him swinging his legs, relaxed and at ease in her mind. Just as she was about to end the conversation, Song Jingtian said, “I’ve been staying at my big brother’s the last couple of days. After breakfast, I’ll leave with my big brother.”

The implication was that he definitely wouldn’t be late.

Tang Li, holding the cellphone, felt a vague discomfort in her heart when he ntioned Song Baiyan.

Song Jingtian’s voice sounded again, “Where are you filming?”

Tang Li gave the na of the residential area then urged him to go have breakfast. Despite being reluctant, the little guy still said “goodbye” to her.

Song Jingtian, carrying his heavy backpack downstairs, noticed his big brother already in the dining room.

The long dining table was set with a blend of Chinese and Western breakfast.

Servants were coming in and out of the kitchen from ti to ti.

Song Baiyan was reading the newspaper and, hearing the squeak of the chair being pulled back, he looked up. Song Jingtian placed his backpack on the floor beside him, grabbed the chair with both little hands and pulled it back to a suitable distance, climbed up, sat down, and politely greeted his big brother.

“Why did it take you so long to co down?” Song Baiyan put down the paper.

Song Jingtian, holding his chopsticks with pudgy little hands, “I called Tang Li.”

He raised his hand to scratch his cheek, “I couldn’t get through to her last night; she said she was filming.”

On the way to school, sitting in the back seat of the car, Song Jingtian suddenly turned and told Song Baiyan, “Big brother, Tang Li said she wants to beco a big star.”

Afraid his brother wouldn’t understand, he specifically explained, “Like Marilyn Monroe.”

Then he made a gesture in front of his body to mi a voluptuous figure.

Ji Ming, looking in the rearview mirror: “…”