"Mr. Xu, why is your face so green?" Xie Qi asked curiously. "This movie is pretty good, and the box office is high too."
"Cough, cough, it's okay."
Zero points, a straight zero.
Xu Xuan was scoring it low in his mind.
"Speechless, everything is about romance, Immortals are in love, historical figures are in love," Xu Xuan was starting to lose it.
Actually, the movie didn't tarnish his image; on the contrary, it added many scenes that indirectly highlighted his greatness, depicting him like a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel, as if there was nothing Xu Xuan couldn't do.
It was just the romantic subplot that felt somewhat superfluous.
"Let's see what else there is."
"I'll book a private screening for you, you can watch whatever you want."
After all, Xie Qi had received a large chunk of gold and had to show some appreciation.
"That works."
In the dimly lit cinema with only two people, Xu Xuan focused solely on the content of the films.
