Chapter 828 Concentration Camp for Playwrights

"Hey, can my cataract and glaucoma be cured? Am I going to go blind?"

"Don't disturb me, I'm in a deep sleep."

"Yes, everyone, keep quiet. I'm so busy with work."

...

Su Xiangwan looked at the high-level people with important identities in the conference room, pretending to be more like each other.

I couldn't help but twitched my eyes. I'm afraid this is not a meeting room, but a concentration camp for dramatists.

Mu Beiting looked at her calmly, with a hint of showing off.

As if to say: look, they can't see.

Su Xiangwan stretched out his hand angrily and twisted his leg hard. Mu Beiting was unprepared and let out a muffled snort.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Su Xiangwan jumped off his lap and ran out of the conference room blushing.

Mu Beiting glanced at the fleeing woman, his eyes darkened: I'll deal with you later.

Withdrawing his gaze again, he was facing a group of smiling eyes.

He leaned back a little, leaned on the back of the chair, and said lightly: "Is it funny?"

As soon as the three fluttering words were uttered, there was an instant silence in the meeting room, and the temperature was several degrees colder.

Mu Beiting was in a good mood. He glanced at the particularly aggrieved Niannian kid, and continued the meeting without further pursuing it.

On the other side, Su Xiangwan ran out of the conference room and returned to Mu Beiting's office.

Sitting on his boss chair, he let out a sigh of relief.

Asshole, she forgot to take her son out.

While waiting for him, Su Xiangwan's cell phone rang.

The caller is Su Zhiguo.

Su Xiangwan frowned, and waited a few seconds before answering the phone: "Wanwan... Is get out of class over?"

Su Zhiguo spoke cautiously.

"Well, get out of class is over Dad." Su Xiangwan responded warmly, but he had already guessed somewhat the purpose of his call.

"How are you doing recently? If you're not busy with schoolwork, go home and have a look."

"Understood Dad, you should also pay more attention to your body. I often have to shoot commercials after class and answer some other announcements, so I still don't have enough time."

In fact, Su Xiangwan felt a little guilty for saying this, because after her rebirth, she really didn't care enough about Su Zhiguo.

But Liu Yuerong and Su Yufei's mother and daughter didn't show their fangs for a day, so Su Zhiguo couldn't completely let go of the hypocritical mother and daughter.

"Wanwan, Dad... Dad heard that you and Yu Fei lived in the same dormitory at the school. She seemed to have gotten into a lot of trouble a while ago, and now the school has been trying to persuade her to leave her. Can you not hold her accountable?" Su Zhiguo said a little He hesitated to speak.

"Dad, Yufei framed me, if I fail to produce evidence to prove my innocence, do you know what it means to me?"

"Dad knows...Dad knows, but Yufei is still your sister no matter what. Dad spent a lot of money to get her into the school. Now if...if..." Su Zhiguo seemed a little bit hesitant to continue.

"Dad, she is already an adult, and she must know how to pay for what she does. Is she the only daughter of yours, and I am not? Is this fair to me?" Su Xiangwan's voice was a little cold .

Su Zhiguo was dumb, and after a long silence, he said softly: "Dad knows...Dad knows, it's Dad who made things difficult for you, you should study hard and film, and tell Dad if you don't have enough money."

Su Xiangwan's tone was a little gentler, and he said softly, "Dad, don't spoil Yu Fei like this anymore."

After hanging up the phone, Su Xiangwan let out a sigh of relief.