Xuan Mo looked at the Ginseng Fruit in front of him and thought, With this thing, even if I cause more trouble, I'll still have done right by Uncle Fang. With that thought, Xuan Mo clenched his fists and thought, Let's give it a try. Uncle Fang, if you can't drive him away, I'll have to use Fist Guidance.
Meanwhile, Fang Xu immediately contacted an old friend in the industry after hanging up the phone. The other man was a famous agent with extremely extensive connections. Fang Xu got straight to the point and told him about the problem Xuan Mo had encountered.
"Those bastards! Do they really think they can cover the sky with one hand? I'll deal with it right away. Just tell him to focus on filming." The agent's voice was filled with intense fury.
The next day, Xuan Mo was filming at the set when he suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number. An unfamiliar voice came from the other end, its tone gloomy. "Kid, you'd better forget what happened last night. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
Xuan Mo's face turned stony. He knew the other side was warning him. He clenched his fists, fury blazing in his heart. These people actually dared to threaten him?
"I won't submit." Xuan Mo spoke in a low voice, his gaze resolute.
That evening, Xuan Mo returned to his hotel room and found a document on the table. When he opened it, he saw a contract with the words "Artist Management Agreement" written prominently across it. His brows knitted tightly. Someone had clearly placed this contract here on purpose, and the goal was obvious: they wanted to bind him.
Xuan Mo picked up his phone and called Fang Xu, telling him what had happened. After hearing him out, Fang