They enjoyed the benefits of the company, so naturally, they had to do as the company bade them and contribute to its earnings.
As for The Uncle and the Flower, Yan Huan had used Lu Yi's name, so she didn't have to bother much with the producers. According to the contract, there wouldn't be any problems if she received her cut, but The Uncle and the Flower had brought in supernormal revenue. She was in the scene for a long time, so she understood these things.
Yi Ling opened the door gently. Noticing that Yan Huan was still asleep, she walked over and adjusted her blanket.
Her face was youthful but weary. In the span of a few years, they succeeded. But at what cost? She couldn't remember.
She returned to her own room and took a short break. Then, remembering something, she opened a drawer and from inside, took out a locked casket.
Holding the casket in her arms, she sat down again. She laid the box on her legs, patting and blowing off the dust.
