Lu Zhanbei's tone got colder. Gu Mo secretly scolded himself for having a cheap mouth. He shrank his neck, not daring to make any noise anymore.
Lu Zhanbei realized that he had lost control. His body leaned back and his fair-skinned fingertip lightly rubbed at the frown in between the eyebrows.
"Start driving, go back."
"Yes."
Lin Wanwan had just appeared before the small and warm production team when passionate smiling faces greeted her. They were saying celebratory words too.
"Wanwan, 'The Palace' has achieved wonderful box office sales. Don't forget us when you're rich!"
"It crossed a billion yuan overnight, and there's good public praise. It's estimated that it will break this year's box office records!"
"Did you know that every time I see someone doubt your acting skills on the internet, I would want to deliver a slap to him or her? Your acting is really not bad, and everyone recognizes it!"
