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"well--"

A sigh suddenly rang out in the private room. He put down his chopsticks, looked up, and squinted as he scanned the faces of the five people.

"She will not join any company, and her agency contract will not be renewed when it expires."

"Xiang Nan!" Chen Jinfei finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Do you know what you're saying?!"

Xiang Nan chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. He glanced at Chen Jinfei from head to toe, his tone contemptuous, a stark contrast to two years ago.

"What the hell is your rush?"

"What did you say!" Chen Jinfei's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He hadn't expected that Xiang Nan would be even more arrogant than he had been two years ago!

"Jinfei, hey hey hey, Jinfei!" Zhang Jizhong quickly stopped him, then straightened his face and looked at Xiang Nan: "Xiang Nan, let's talk this out, there's no need to be so impulsive, we're all civilized people."

"I am not."

"I am not a civilized person."

Xiang Nan shrugged. "I grew up on the streets, so I don't know much about life, except for one thing: whoever has the bigger fist gets to speak."

"boom--"

The table was finally slammed shut. Chen Jinfei tilted his head, his eyes narrowed into slits: "How much power do you have? How much capital do you have? You're incredibly arrogant for such a young age! You think you've got power just because you performed a couple of shows and earned a pittance?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all eyes turned to Xiang Nan's face again, and this time Zhang Jizhong was no longer in a good mood.

We put you at the table because you're close to Yifei, and we're also tempted by your popularity and influence, but that's no reason for you to be proud!

Zhang Jizhong's purpose was actually very simple: adding Xiang Nan's name to the film and television company was like adding a traffic-generating machine, plus Xiang Nan's influence on Yi Fei.

Controlling Xiang and Liu is equivalent to controlling two major natural traffic pools in the Chinese entertainment industry!

"Hehehe..."

A cold laugh suddenly rang out in the private room.

Xiang Nan licked his lips, a playful look on his face. He shook his head slightly and took out his phone from his pocket.

"Beep—beep—"

The call was answered after two rings.

"Hello, Mr. Xiang Nan."

"Is Director Zhang in?"

"Yes, Director Zhang just finished a GD meeting and should be heading to the cafeteria."

The woman's voice on the phone was so clear that everyone in the private room could hear it.

Xiang Nan took in everyone's expressions and smiled slightly: "Could you transfer me to Director Zhang's phone? I have something I'd like to ask him for a favor."

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

"beep--"

Another busy signal rang out, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stopped eating.

Liu's mother's mouth was slightly open as she frantically searched her mind for the name "Director Zhang".

Surname Zhang, Bureau Chief? From the Guangdong Provincial Public Security Bureau?

"Hey, Xiao Nan."

"Haha, Director Zhang, hello. Sorry to disturb your meal."

"No, that's not true. Is there something wrong?"

Xiang Nan twisted his neck, becoming more relaxed: "It's nothing serious, but the sci-fi script might have to wait a bit. I want to get the storyboard done first."

"That's a huge project!"

"No matter how big the position, it can't be used to fool you and Director Tong."

Upon hearing this, Liu's mother's chopsticks trembled.

That name finally brought her to her senses.

"Hahaha, you little rascal! Just you wait and see, don't rush, your shed isn't even finished yet, is it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xiang Nan said with a smile, and did not continue the topic.

"I'll get back to you later, young man. May I bother you then?"

"Okay, sure."

"Happy Lantern Festival in advance, bye-bye."

"Beep beep beep..."

Hanging up the phone, Xiang Nan put away his phone and turned to look at Chen Jinfei. "Was that fist big enough?"

Silence, dead silence.

Chen Jinfei stared wide-eyed at the grouper on the table, saying nothing. Zhang Jizhong also crossed his arms, head bowed, remaining silent.

Xiang Nan was satisfied and turned to look at Little Pudding: "Little Pudding, I told you, no one can force you..."

Why?

Xiang Nan was taken aback: "What?"

Yifei raised her small face, her eyes already brimming with tears: "Why are you all forcing me?"

"Huh? I didn't, little..."

"Shut up--"

A desperate, hoarse scream echoed throughout the private room.

Seeing that things were not going well, Liu's mother quickly reached out to grab her daughter's arm.

"Don't touch me!"

After shouting again, Yifei turned to look at her big piece of wood.

Why?

Two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks, and teardrops clung to her arched eyelashes. Her willow-leaf eyebrows drooped, and her whole face looked so pitiful.

"Why is everyone interfering in my life? I'm not a puppet!!!"

Xiang Nan's eyes reddened; he felt as if his heart was breaking.

Firstly, there was the misunderstanding that Little Pudding had about him, and secondly, he realized that he hadn't considered her feelings.

In fact, no one in the room considered her feelings.

This was the umpteenth time the room had fallen silent.

Those present were all people very close to Liu Yifei: her former agent, the head of Red Starwood, the director and producer who took care of her, her godfather, her biological mother, and... her lover with whom she had not yet established a relationship.

But everyone seemed to subconsciously ignore her feelings.

【Sisi, you're young and your values ​​haven't fully formed yet...】

[Sissi, your godfather is arranging an acting career for you...]

"Sissi, I'll protect you. With me here, no one can force you..."

Everyone's excuse boils down to three words: "It's for your own good."

Whether it was out of genuine sincerity or for mutual benefit, no one ever asked this precocious girl: What do you really want? What are your thoughts?

I'm not a puppet!

These words lingered in Yifei's mind.

Perhaps it was something Xiang Nan said unintentionally that affected her, or perhaps young people always vent their anger on those closest to them first.

Anyway, Yifei's target is now Xiang Nan.

This was the first time the two had argued. Xiang Nan's face was blank, and even his eyes were glazed over.

A bachelor who has been single for thirty or forty years may have matured a bit, but he may still be a little slow to adjust when it comes to relationships.

"Say something!"

"Sissi!"

When it really matters, it's still your mom who matters!

Liu Xiaoli didn't say much to Yifei, and pulled her daughter out.

"Mom, let go..."

"Sweetie, will you listen to Mommy?"

Yifei looked up and saw that her mother was also shedding two lines of tears. Her heart trembled, and her resentment dissipated considerably without her realizing it.

"Be good, baby, come out with Mommy for a bit."

Yifei stopped struggling and was half-pushed and half-pulled out by her mother.

"Click—"

Once the door to the private room closed, Xiang Nan and Chen Jinfei were left behind.

"Creak—" Chen Jinfei suddenly stood up.

"stop!"

Xiang Nan's face was grim, and his furious gaze shot out like sharp blades: "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Chen Jinfei was truly enraged, his eyebrows furrowed as he slammed his hand on the table: "What business is it of yours where I go! Wasn't making Qianqian cry enough? Do you want to beat up her father too?"

Xiang Nan narrowed his eyes and stood up abruptly: "You son of a bitch! You're a worthless father!"

The fact that he was forced to speak in Chongqing dialect shows just how angry Xiang Nan was.

"Click—"

The door to the private room opened again, and Liu's mother peeked in with red eyes.

"Jinfei, come out here for a moment."

"?" Xiang Nan turned around in disbelief, but Liu's mother did not look at him.

"hehe……"

Chen Jinfei lifted his foot and walked out, glancing at Xiang Nan triumphantly out of the corner of his eye as he passed by.

"Click-click-click-click—"

Xiang Nan's fist emitted a loud crack, and the people in the private room simultaneously shrank back.