Mu Shian stood there, staring blankly at Yan Le, who was gasping in pain on the ground, as if spellbound, unable to hear Su Li's voice at all.
The box was unusually quiet, even the faint sound of the winter wind against the window glass could be heard.
The waiter stood with a food cart at the back of the crowd, the aroma of food was overwhelming, but he was frozen, unable to move forward.
It seemed something had happened.
Feng Huaijin watched them with interest, gave a meaningful glance to the bewildered waiter, who understood instantly, bowed and retreated.
A well-known senior in the screenwriting industry broke the stalemate first, tremblingly pointed at Yan Huan: "You... What did you just say? 'Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree', and all the previous scripts were your sister's drafts? Not your work?!"
