Qin Yao sniffed and said, "But I still feel it's so cruel... But brother, I tried my best, those big entertainment companies are suppressing us, and the contracted artists and actors are defecting at the last minute..."
"When the wall falls, everyone pushes. It's normal. It's good that those signed artists left, otherwise there would be no dramas to shoot in the future... It would affect their development. Think of it positively, there's nothing wrong, is there?"
"Hmm... Brother, I'm not going home for dinner tonight, I feel a bit sad."
"Then stay outside and be quiet."
He didn't want to go home either.
Home was too depressing.
Qin Yuan was at home.
That wasn't their home.
The call ended, Qin Shao looked outside the window, exhausted.
Qin Yao sat in front of the small company's desk, wiped his face with both hands.
He indeed was no match for his brother, couldn't withstand stormy waves.
