"Do you really have a hand on things?: Yan Wenwen looked at Chu Xian hesitantly and asked.
"Don't worry. I'm seventy percent sure." Chu Xian nodded.
"En, I believe you. I will support you." Yan Wenwen smiled at him, and gripped her phone and sat down.
Duan Ke and the others looked at her with some confusion, then sat down by Chu Xian.
"I'm sorry. If I hadn't looked for this Feng Huo brat than none of this would have happened." Duan Ke apologized.
Chu Xian shook his head. "Let's just focus on filming, and you guys don't worry about anything else."
As he spoke, Chu Xian took out his phone and looked at David's number. "Not now. I'll call him later."
"I'm going to kick that brats ass. Fucker, now all the entertainment news is bad shit about us. If this continues, even if we solve the problem at the theatre, people will not come to buy tickets."
Duan Ke said angrily, and he swiped down his phone and began fighting on Weibo.