Who deserved what? Mo Liuxi grumpily stayed silent.
In the theater, people started picking out their seats. Yan Su let go of Mo Liuxi's arm and sat down next to Ji Nuanyi. Shi Xiang sat on her other side.
B*stard. Mo Liuxi's eyes almost emitted laser rays to burn Yan Su and Shi Xiang.
Li Ming dragged him to the side and warned him, "Control your eyes."
"What did I do? Am I not looking at the screen all the time?" said Mo Liuxi, visibly upset.
Li Ming snorted, "You're facing the screen, but you've been sneakily looking at Yan Su the entire time. Isn't that obvious enough? There are reporters behind us. Get a grip. You directed this film, too!"
"Since I directed it, I'm not worried. I'm confident about my abilities," Mo Liuxi said casually. He was so dammed cocky. "Besides, I can afford to lose. I'm still young."
"I find you more and more a pain in the butt. Whom are you like?" Li Ming discretely kept his voice down.
