"You go notify the public relations department to handle this," Xue Zhanhua realized there was no other way and decided to let the public relations team start their work.
"Okay." The assistant took their cellphone and headed out.
Xu Yang sat in the chair, his expression fluctuating, contemplating whether to reconcile with Xu Yang or not.
If he reconciled, it would mean he had lost, and his face would be utterly disgraced.
What was meant to display his power had turned into a complete embarrassment.
In the future, when meeting other film industry magnates, especially those who were his sworn enemies, they were sure to mock him over this incident.
He could foresee that for a long time to come, he would be the laughingstock of the industry, the butt of jokes among other moguls during their leisure time.
Thinking of such consequences made Xue Zhanhua's face grow even darker.
