Backstage.
"Wu Fang, what's going on outside? How many people are there?" Su Zhengxiang immediately asked Wu Fang, who just ran back.
Wu Fang was his assistant and he was supposed to arrange this press conference.
Wu Fang raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and after taking a deep breath with his mouth open, he said, "We're finished. Director Su, it's over!"
Su Zhengxiang's heart felt as if it dropped from a high altitude to the cold bottom of a lake. He instantly felt cold. He drooped his head and sighed dejectedly, "No, it's okay. Anyway, I...I don't have much hope."
Although what Liang Zixuan said yesterday was good and he believed her a lot, he still feared it. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment will be. So he kept this foundation in his heart.
