Nalan Ye Jue, with just a word, secured a film contract of immeasurable value.
Xiao Tian was busy signing, pulling over Shen Bixue's dazed hand to press her fingerprint.
Lu Yi, who was helping with the contract, felt a bit indescribable.
Lu Yi had a vague guess of Nalan Ye Jue's intentions, but he was still somewhat confused:
Why would Young Master make such a grand gesture to openly promote Shen Bixue as an Oscar Best Actress, yet secretly exile her to a desolate place like Antarctica to suffer?
Shen Bixue's gaze at Young Master was glowing passionately. A woman might not notice, but any man could tell there was admiration.
Young Master surely knows, right?
Why bother making a fuss to promote her as Best Actress?
Wouldn't it be more straightforward to draw a clear line in front of Miss Qin?
Just as Lu Yi was filled with question marks, he suddenly heard Shen Bixue sob.
