Director Zhang did not want to bother with Master Lin's indifference. He just left with the others.
Wang Mingyang went forward and patted Lin Fan's shoulders. "Bro, that was cool. That's how you should treat people like him."
"It's not that I don't want to talk. I just have a toothache," Lin Fan said.
"I know, I know," Wang Mingyang replied. He did not want to expose him further.
"Huanyue, all the best! Don't let your efforts go to waste."
Wu Huanyue nodded. "I will do my best."
"It's time. We have to board the plane," her agent, Yang Qian, said.
In a distance away.
Director Zhang was initially smiling, but he seemed gloomy now. "What Master Lin? He's just a lousy crowd favourite. Jin Can, you don't have to win the prize. You just have to beat Wu Huanyue to avenge us."
He was really unhappy. He had not expected Master Lin to be so cocky. He had wanted to greet him, but Lin Fan had spoken to him rudely.
