Yan Xianjue finally just let out a dry, "Mhm."
Lei Xuan did not sit in the seat the waiter had guided him toward.
Instead, he plopped right down on the seat beside Yan Xianjue with a thwack.
He went to slap Yan Xianjue's thigh with a single palm.
Which Yan Xianjue blocked on reflex.
Lei Xuan did not feel awkward in the least; with a flick of his wrist, he slapped his own thigh instead.
It produced a crisp sound.
Accompanied by his enthusiastic words: "You really did a terrific job!"
Yan Xianjue: "..."
If Boss Lei knew you were watching the show and enjoying the drama behind his back like this.
Just guess whether your old man would still fund your next script or not.
Ji Xi: "..."
Ji Xi covered his eyes helplessly.
He simply couldn't bear to look.
This meeting seemed to have run into unexpected trouble right from the start.
He had been wrong; he shouldn't have, no matter what, generated a favorable impression of Lei Xuan just because the man had shown a tiny bit of surprise.
That was why both he and Yan Xianjue were here, bearing the unbearable weight of life.
Yan Xianjue had no experience dealing with someone of this personality.
Yet, combining the personalities of his second brother and Zhou Ye.
He quickly made up his mind, which was that he could not follow the flow of the other's train of thought.
He skipped those polite pleasantries.
And cut straight to the point.
"Screenwriter Lei..."
Before Yan Xianjue could even finish addressing him, Lei Xuan casually waved a hand to interrupt.
That posture looked less like a screenwriter and more like the stereotypical idle, good-for-nothing rich second-generation heir from Yan Xianjue's imagination.
"Just call me Lei Xuan; there's no need