"Little Yang, Little Yang, don't be like this." Zhao quickly stepped forward and helped Yang Xiao, who had slumped off the couch, back onto it. "Qin Shuya is a good girl. She's very grateful for your help, and you have a share in the profits from all the works under her name."
"Oh? How much?" Yang Xiao's weary spirit was instantly revitalized. Although he had long achieved financial freedom, this was his ingrained first reaction.
"Half." Zhao sat beside Yang Xiao, teasing him with a smile. "Back then, you didn't think Qin Shuya's works were promising, but now look, there are fans of hers all over outside."
"Later, when I talked to Qin Shuya about the script, the parts you strongly advocated to cut were all her carefully planned selling points."
"Whew—" Zhao exhaled a breath of relief and glanced sidelong at Yang Xiao. "We're lucky we didn't listen to you and make those cuts."
