Tang Weisheng eventually got to his feet on his own. A big shot was still a big shot—no matter how much blood he was vomiting internally, his face remained steady as ever.
Cui Yaocheng followed behind him in terror, worried that when the city gates caught fire, the fish in the moat would suffer. Wen Shuang even saw him make the sign of the cross over his chest.
It's not that serious, is it? Wen Shuang thought. Tang Weisheng did not seem as frightening as the rumors made him out to be.
Cui Yaocheng's exceedingly respectful attitude largely snapped Cui Mingsheng awake. The rich young master finally showed some wariness, rose with the support of his bodyguards, and swiftly left the filming location without a word.
The contract needed to be redrafted, and Zhu Lian felt like her head was about to split in two! But when she thought of what those men had just done to Lin Nuan, she could not help feeling indignant as a fellow woman. She did not blame Wen Shuang and instead contacted the relevant people before heading straight to the legal department.
Wen Shuang and Lin Nuan found an empty spot to sit and rest. Lin Nuan did not dare speak; he could tell Wen Shuang was still angry.
"Is it always like that at Chuan Entertainment?" Wen Shuang spoke first.
Lin Nuan's mind was still muddled. "What?"
"Kneeling to please them and apologize. Did they make you do that?" Wen Shuang's tone was calm, as though he did not consider it especially humiliating or difficult to talk about.
His attitude comforted Lin Nuan. Lin Nuan lowered his head. "It's not that bad."
Some things did not need to be spelled out too clearly.
Lin Nuan had thought he had long since lost the