Fu Wenze's expression turned cold.
"Director Zhao, weren't you the one who begged me to be a part of your show? I agreed even though I'm not feeling well because you seemed sincere. Now you're looking down on me?"
Director Zhao was angered by Fu Wenze's words.
"You're going overboard. I've always tried to accommodate you! After you were discharged from the hospital, I even let you rest for two extra days. You kept delaying production, but I've never said anything. All I want is for you to put in more effort. Is that too much to ask? Your attitude kept getting worse, but I just turned a blind eye to it. Moreover, the cast and crew were nothing but nice to you. What else do you want? The stars in the skies? How could you just demand to delete the trailer? By the way, you are paid for your work! This is not charity!"
Fu Wenze was speechless for a moment. Then, he got angry.
"What are you saying? Director Zhao, do you have a problem with me?"
