Huo Zi'ang’s face was covered in the soup, and his face twisted into a scary expression. He did not fit the image of a noble young master who would restrain himself and return the favor.
Everyone had more or less been treated unfairly. Even a high-class person like Yan Feilu would be bullied. Many people immediately felt the same way.
“To be honest, if I were Yan Feilu, I would also explode. I’m about to sign a contract and get stood up. It would be crazy to step in.”
“It’s still tragic for Yan Feilu. The fans worked hard to help promote the movie. Once the movie became popular, it would be destroyed.”
“Won’t the director and producer come out and apologize? It feels good to stab my brother in the back, doesn’t it?”