Liu Ning got drunk at home, worrying over the investment.
Now that the news of the investor's withdrawal had spread, everyone was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Someone even made a sarcastic remark. "Did you really think that after producing 'Sing My Life', it'd be smooth sailing? Did you really think that no matter what you did, you'd be able to earn money and produce explosive products? Producer Liu is drifting a little too quickly. Look, even falling down is a little painful, right?"
"Humans have to take things one step at a time. Producers have to be good producers. Leave everything else to the professionals. They can't interfere too much."
"It's a pity about Jinxin's script. It looks like it's going to be ruined in his hands."
Liu Ning was hurt by all this gossip and did not go out for days.
He didn't move when the knock came. However, the knocking on the door was relentless.
