"I'm also here as Little Qi's family, a good chance to see what the film festival is all about."
Tan You smiled. "You're too modest. As far as I know, your work was nominated for an award more than twenty years ago."
"But I didn't win in the end," Old Qi sighed. "Now, all my hopes are on Chairman Lu's script…"
"Please, just call me Lu Wen," Tan You interrupted Old Qi. After all, these were major directors in the industry; it wasn't her place to put on airs. She'd expected Old Qi to show up. As for this Old Wang…
Tan You couldn't help but sigh. 'Looks like I won't be able to hold onto my other script either.'
Sure enough, after looking over the two scripts Director Qi had "left behind" in the hotel, neither Old Qi nor Old Wang was willing to give them up.
Old Qi asked, "Let me see Little Qi's script too?"
Little Qi was extremely reluctant, but the person asking was his own father. What could he do? He had no choice but to hand over the script he had barely warmed up.
