Upon hearing this, Wang Zuxian's eyes brightened.
If the matter can be resolved through negotiation, that would be great.
"What's the matter?" Wang Anguo asked, still feeling drowsy.
Before Wang Chao could speak, Wang Zuxian laughed and said, "It's nothing, just that we need to negotiate with the other side about our pay for a play we're going to film."
"Okay, okay, you work hard. If you have any problems, be sure to call Wang Chao. He will protect you." Wang Anguo slurred his words, clearly drunk.
Helpless, Wang Chao had to support him and take him to the room to sleep.
Afterwards, Wang Chao took a shower, changed into casual clothes, quickly finished breakfast with Wang Zuxian, and then left, driving straight to Changhu Hotel.
"I have to say, your mom's cooking is really good. The fried rice noodles just now were even better than what Michelin chefs can make."
Wang Zuxian was very emotional on the way.
