Yan Xianjue's silence was like some kind of weather vane in the room.
The entire room suddenly fell deathly silent.
Of course, if there had been anyone present who could hear Yan Xianjue's thoughts.
They would have heard the barrage of comments constantly scrolling through his mind.
It took several minutes.
Before Yan Xianjue finally processed the matter.
Then he wordlessly stood up and went outside to make a call.
*
Lei Xuan was utterly baffled by the look Yan Xianjue gave him before leaving.
Only after he went out did he ask, "What did your Young Boss Yan go off to do?"
Ji Xi naturally had no idea either.
He was not a parasite living in Yan Xianjue's stomach.
But he kept his composure.
He put on a professional fake smile.
Based on what he usually knew of Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue was not like Lin Shi, who looked down on everyone equally.
Nor did he like displaying his superiority through rude behavior.
Even if he truly disliked the script, he would not leave someone hanging without a word.
Yan Xianjue's unusual behavior at this moment.
Could only mean one thing: Yan Xianjue was genuinely interested in the script.
As for what kind of interest it was, that was not something he needed to know.
That smile made Lei Xuan, who had not held much hope to begin with, suddenly feel a little uneasy.
Lei Xuan did not know whether other screenwriters felt this way when showing their scripts to investors.
But it was his first time feeling both nervous and expectant.
It was not that he lacked confidence in the script he had written. If he truly thought his writing was bad.
He would not have given up being a perfectly comfortable rich second-generation kid living off his