"Little Qi is my son," Old Qi said succinctly. His son could get nominated. He was the father, and he'd been making movies his whole life. How could he be any worse than Little Qi? Old Qi still had confidence in himself.
Old Wang pursed his lips but didn't argue with him. The two of them followed the crew inside and sat down in their seats. Of course, the news that the two great directors had appeared at the international film festival and walked the red carpet with Tan You and her team was transmitted back to their home country in real time.
Upon hearing this news, the feelings of several executives back home were rather complicated. They were certainly happy to have gotten scripts from Tan You, but at the same time, they felt a little stifled, as if they were implicitly bowing their heads to her.
