Han Cihui was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this treatment too unfair?
"Brother, don't! I've already found the actors for my screenplay and I'm waiting for your money before I start filming!"
Han Cihui looked at Han Xiwang with a depressed face. "Dad, can you please not bring me down with you? What good will it do to me if you ruin my career?! Could it be that you want to keep raising me for the rest of my life?"
Han Xiwang was taught a lesson by his own son in front of everyone. He was disappointed, but considering that Han Yuanjun had invested 300 million into Han Cihui's movie, it was no small amount.
Even if he was unsatisfied with Han Yuanjun, he needed to bear with it. He was no longer the President of the Han Group. There was no reason for his son not to take advantage of the Han Group, and they were a family after all.
Han Xiwang coughed awkwardly. "I was just joking. Is there a need for you to be so serious?"
