Yao Jiahong said indifferently, "Continue filming. Those who don't want to film will be dealt with according to the contract."
Producer Fang was helpless and could only agree. Time TV, which Yao Jiahong was part of, was an important partner of this movie, so Producer Fang had to listen to them.
The manager came to look for Liang Xinran. "I found him. I contacted Yuan Mulei's son, Yuan Zhihui! He's treating his illness in the hospital! I'll go look for him immediately."
"I'll go with you," Liang Xinran immediately said.
In the hospital.
Yuan Zhihui lay on the hospital bed, his expression not particularly good.
He was in his thirties and should be at an energetic age, but he was lying on the hospital bed sick.
Liang Xinran and her manager knocked on the door and entered. The nurse said softly, "You can't stay for too long."
After saying that, she raised her head and recognized Liang Xinran. She frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
"We're really looking for Yuan Zhihui to have a few words. Don't worry, we won't disturb him for long," the manager quickly explained.
The nurse was about to go out, but when she saw that it was Liang Xinran, she did not dare to go out. She stood by the side. "You guys talk, I'll stay here."
Liang Xinran did not mind having outsiders around. Anyway, she had a clear conscience.
"Mr. Yuan, do you still recognize me? Three years ago, I went to your house to look for Director Yuan and even saw you," Liang Xinran asked straightforwardly.
"I... I don't remember." Yuan Zhihui shook his head.
However, it was obvious that Liang Xinran saw his evasive gaze.
"Think about it again. At that time, I went to look for your father to talk about a script. At that time, he said that I would be in his movie and let me practice..."
"There are too many people looking for my father. How can I remember them all? Furthermore, with my father's status, the people he works with are all A-list celebrities in the entertainment industry. How can I remember a nameless person like you?"
Liang Xinran wanted to say more, but the nurse rolled her eyes at her and said, "Since Mr. Yuan doesn't recognize you at all, I think you should stop talking. Quickly get out."
"Mr. Yuan, please think carefully. Did your father leave anything behind..."
"Liang Xinran, that's enough. How can you have the chance to cooperate with my father with your status? You have to have a bottom line even if you lie to others’ Don't even lie to yourself! How can my father cooperate with you? Do you think you're worthy? Also, don't you just want to find someone who has already passed away to be your scapegoat? Please find someone with your status to match. Don't come here and make my father your scapegoat!" Yuan Zhihui said righteously.
The nurse said angrily, "Please get out immediately!"
She pressed the bell and said, "Security, please come to 303,303..."
"Sorry, sorry. We'll go out immediately." The manager quickly mediated and protected Liang Xinran as they walked out.
When they went out, they realized that the outside had already been surrounded by reporters and paparazzi. A large group of people rushed over.
"Liang Xinran, do you want to drag Director Yuan's family down with you?"
"I heard that Director Yuan's son is in very bad health. You're going overboard!"
"Liang Xinran, take responsibility for your own actions. Why don't you apologize directly and leave the entertainment industry? Stop struggling."
Their words entered Liang Xinran's ears one after another.
There were too many people, blocking all the paths.
"Director Yuan's son already said that you did it on purpose. Don't you have any shame?"
"I hope you won't disturb him anymore!"
Only then did Liang Xinran understand that everything she had said to Yuan Zhihui in the ward had already been sent out.
Now, not only did she not have any chance to turn the tables, but in the eyes of outsiders, she had also become a threat to Yuan Zhihui who had deliberately looked for him to make a false clarification for her!
"Make way, make way!"
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