Cao Qing hadn't yet had the chance to inform Wen Wanzhi about this matter when her phone rang first.
Wen Wanzhi's voice was calmly composed.
"Cao Qing, is there a problem with the sample?"
Cao Qing was startled, "How did you know? I was just about to tell you."
Over the phone, Wen Wanzhi chuckled.
"Bao Yancheng contacted me early this morning to discuss the show. I guessed as much."
Cao Qing rubbed her temples, her head aching terribly.
Though the entertainment industry was a mixed bag, capital was king.
Xiang Yiran, who entered the production with funding, had the support of the Bao Clan and Bao Yancheng.
Cao Qing spoke resentfully, "That dog of a man, Bao Yancheng, probably blackmailed the directorial team. They made the sample out to blacken our name, twisting white into black—I've really seen it all now."
Listening to Cao Qing's exhausted voice on the phone, Wen Wanzhi's heart couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity.