"Yinchao Brother, what should we do?" Fu Yuran asked, her heart still racing. She hadn't expected to see Qi Younian like this again, so strict and ruthless, completely different from the person she remembered.
Could he know something?
What angered Yinchao was Qi Younian's ability to be so coldblooded and heartless. The reason he hadn't dared to move against Qi Younian was because the extent of Qi's influence was unclear; otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just kicking him out back then.
However, seeing Fu Bairan even more nervous than himself, he comforted her reassuringly, "No worries, tell me, do you still want to shoot 'Empress of a Generation'?"
Fu Bairan hung her head, her eyelids drooping, her voice carrying a frail and victimized tone, "I want to, I don't want to lose to Sister."
Yinchao tousled her hair, "That's good then. Since Qi Younian has spoken, let's just buy it. We're not lacking that eighty million anyway, and I hope you can surpass your sister."
