If the ratings were good, Ji Xi certainly wouldn't keep letting netizens joke about Lei Xuan's bad luck. He would spin it directly into Lei Xuan simply not having met someone who recognized his talent.
Sure enough, after meeting Yan Xianjue, both Lei Xuan and Yao Weiran, those two longtime unlucky bastards, had successfully turned their luck around.
His boss was Yan Xianjue, not Lei Xuan. The person whose reputation he needed to protect was Yan Xianjue. Why couldn't Lei Xuan understand such a simple truth?
Boss Lei was clearly not someone easy to fool, yet Lei Xuan fell for it every single time.
Ji Xi couldn't make sense of it no matter how much he thought about it.
Only after hanging up did Lei Xuan realize that Ji Xi seemed to have brushed him off again.
He called his father instead and poured out all his grievances.
Boss Lei patiently listened from the other end, then asked, "Do you still like writing scripts?"
Lei Xuan fell silent for a while. "I still like it."
Boss Lei said, "Then are you happy when you spend time with them?"
Lei Xuan thought about it. "Most of the time, I am. Sometimes I'm not."
"Then that's enough," Boss Lei said. "No one can be one hundred percent happy in life. From a friend's perspective, what Ji Xi did this time may not have been entirely fair, but it fits a businessman's way of thinking."
For once, Boss Lei spoke to Lei Xuan with a hint of disdain. "Lei Xuan, you're already in your twenties, yet you've been fooled by a teenager more than once. You should reflect on yourself too."
Lei Xuan bristled. "Dad!!!"
"Why are you taking someone else's side?"
Boss Lei laughed loudly twice. "All right, enough."
"Focus on filming.