On the day Jiang Zhao won the Golden Orchid Award for Best Actor, the reporter who interviewed him offstage deliberately asked: “I heard that you and Mr. Xiao Siye, the former film star, are brothers in the Film Academy. How is the relationship between the two of you?” The whole entertainment circle knows that Jiang Zhao and Xiao Siye are rivals, and they have been tit for tat since their debut, but there must be fan wars whenever they are in the same frame. Jiang Zhao held the golden trophy and smiled faintly in front of the camera: “We’re not familiar with each other.” After the press conference, Jiang Zhao was walking in the empty VIP channel when someone suddenly pressed him against the wall. The tip of his nose rubbed against the man’s bulging Adam’s apple, and he heard the hot breath falling on his ear: “The one you’ve slept with, you’re not familiar?” Jiang Zhao snorted coldly: “Don’t be so naive, Xiao Siye, we’re both adults, so what if we slept together once?” Not long after, Jiang Zhao opened his eyes again after a hangover, and his body was sore. Xiao Siye was also sitting next to him, and looked at him with a leisurely look: “What about when you slept together a second time?” Jiang Zhao: “…”