Everyone was taken aback; their first reaction was, who in the crew is so bold as to make decisions on Director Xue's behalf?
Saying withdraw investment means to withdraw investment, will he compensate if the drama is lost?
Zhang Jiayuan sneered disdainfully and was just about to speak.
But when she lifted her eyes, she saw a tall man in a suit walking over from the other end of the set.
He had a tall, slender figure, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and even the hands beneath his suit sleeves were slender and well-defined.
He was very tall, his features strikingly handsome almost to the point of being unreal, yet not effeminate. Especially his long, narrow eyes that shimmered with a dangerous and oppressive light, like a leopard hidden in the dark—lazy, noble, yet deadly.
His aura was enough to overshadow the intimidation his beauty brought.
He looked like a true king.
