Ol' Zhou left with a woebegone face.
Not a few people at the music composing department on the ninth floor noticed that there was something wrong with Ol' Zhou's demeanor as he left.
What was going on?
He had merely had a chat with Mr. Lin, so why did it feel like the big boss Zhou was about to break into tears?
Of course, no one understood the reasons behind it.
Instead of returning to his office, Ol' Zhou went directly to the top floor and knocked on the Chairman's door.
"Come in."
A commanding voice came from inside.
After stepping inside, Ol' Zhou took a deep breath and said, "There's a problem."
"What happened?"
Li Songhua furrowed his brows: "Is there a problem in the film department?"
Ol' Zhou shook his head: "Xian Yu wants to make a movie..."
Li Songhua arched an eyebrow: "You didn't refuse?"
