Xie Chen had stayed silent for too long. The person on the other end of the line assumed he was unwilling to help and tried to persuade him again.
"Although the salary for returning to Harvard as a professor may not be as high as what you earn in the entertainment industry, we'll definitely fight for funding and do everything we can to make up for it..."
"It's not about the money," Xie Chen cut him off. "My reputation is mainly too horrifying. If I go back to Harvard, it might cause a panic. You'd better lay some groundwork first."
"Besides, I still have two lawsuits to fight."
"I know," the man hurriedly answered. "One's for custody, and the other's for unfair competition! Don't worry, the court dates have already been arranged. Once filming for the variety show ends, everything can move forward seamlessly!"
Xie Chen nodded. "All right, I'll agree for now."
No matter who it was!
Anyone who dared steal his memories!
Was fucking dead!
Having finally received an affirmative answer, the man hung up in wild excitement.
When Xie Chen turned around to return the phone, Director Li scampered over. "Brother Chen, what did they say? They didn't tell our show to make corrections, did they?!"
"It has nothing to do with corrections," Xie Chen said lazily.
Director Li immediately panicked. "Don't tell me they want to take it down?! We finally made such a hit variety show, and it's all going to come to nothing?!"
"Tomorrow's the last day already. Can't we just get through it peacefully?!"
"My dear heavens—"
Xie Chen shot him a sidelong glance.
"If you shout one more word, believe it or not, I'll have the higher-ups blacklist you right now?!"
Director Li shut his mouth at once.
Xie Chen rubbed his