"Mo Chen! You stop right there!"
Wen Wan chased after the man's retreating figure, coming outside.
The pitch-blackness of deep night, the sound of cicadas in the summer, the man's cold and decisive silhouette.
"Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me? I'm the executive director of this production! Confiscating cell phones is my rule!"
The man let out a cold laugh, his tone full of disdain, "The funding for this program was approved by me."
Wen Wan stood rooted to the spot.
Mo Chen turned around, his face expressionless as he looked at her, "Are you throwing a temper tantrum at your investor daddy?"
"When did you become so unprincipled..." Wen Wan was a bit hit.
"I've never been a noble gentleman; it was you who imposed that fantasy onto me."
Mo Chen glanced at her and turned to leave.
Wen Wan suddenly stepped forward quickly, spreading her arms to block his path.
"I want to ask you something."
Impatience flickered across the man's features, "Speak."
