C6 A Son Who Came out of Nowhere

It was quiet outside the cabinet, and the light was dim. There was no one else in the lounge.

Qiao Lin took out his phone from his pocket and saw that it was already seven o'clock in the evening. His phone was almost out of battery.

After filming in the afternoon, he hid inside. He did not know what time it was as he was very hungry.

To prevent being discovered, he carefully opened the cabinet door and found that there was really no one else in the room except for him.

Qiao Lin's filming ended in the afternoon, and the money was also settled. After an extras like him finished his work, the crew would no longer provide him with dinner. Furthermore, during the day, he had heard that Qin Lang was going to shoot a night scene. It seemed that he would not be able to wait any longer and decided to go out for a meal to fill his stomach. Then he went back to the rental to watch TV and sleep.

He got out of the cabinet with a halfempty bottle of mineral water, straightened up, stretched comfortably, and went behind the door. He opened the lounge door.

The lounges had been set up for the main cast, but they were soundproofed so well that he, who had been quiet in the lounge, wondered if it was time to call it a day.

In the fake ancient courtyard, the crew and actors were busy and did not notice Qiao Lin.

Qiao Lin, who should have left the crew a few hours earlier, did not dare to join in the fun as he walked along the wall and quietly left the set.

Outside the set, it was still a busy scene. There were actors who had just finished work or were in a hurry to start work everywhere.

Qiao Lin found a noodle shop that he frequented on the business street of the cinema city and was about to go back after having some noodles. The house that he rented was not far from here. It was just two streets away and two deep alleys away. The dilapidated rented house was for the extras to live in. Although the place was small and shabby, the rent was not cheap and was very popular as there were people who came here almost every day with the dream of becoming a star, so the house was naturally in short supply.

"Lin, I haven't seen you in a few days. Did you get a big job?" As soon as he entered the noodle shop, the waiter who was wiping the tables greeted him as soon as he saw him.

Qiao Lin complained, "What big job? It's just a lot of work. I eat bento boxes every day in the crew, and the crew has been very stingy these few days. I've been eating plain bento boxes until my face turned green and my legs trembled as I walked. Hurry up and give me a big bowl of beef noodles and a portion of beef to supplement my nutrition."

In fact, Qiao Lin's current life was not hard at all. Although he was an extras, he did not have a family to support him. His daily expenses were not high, but it was not a problem for him to support himself.

"Alright, a big bowl of beef noodles and a serving of beef," The waiter shouted towards the kitchen.

Just as Qiao Lin was about to sit down at the table that the waiter had just wiped clean, the waiter asked again, "Does this child that you brought here also eat beef noodles?"

"What child?" Qiao Lin was stunned by his question.

The waiter pointed to his side, "He came in with you."

He looked down and saw that there was indeed a little boy beside him, four or five years old, dressed in a blueandwhitestriped short-sleeved T-shirt and beige suspenders that showed off his little fleshy arms and legs. He carried a stuffed bear backpack on his back, and his soft short hair was plastered to his head with sweat.

"I don't know this child." Qiao Lin looked around along the way and did not notice when a child had appeared beside him.

"Dad."

Just as Qiao Lin said that he did not know this child, this unlucky child called him daddy in a childish voice and even grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The waiter looked at him suspiciously, "We haven't seen each other for a few days. How did you suddenly have such a big son?"

"I..." Qiao Lin did not know how to explain himself and could only deny again, "He really isn't my son."