Even Chen Kaige couldn't help but chuckle.
At home, in front of his wife and children, he burst out laughing.
"Dad, what are you laughing at?"
His youngest son wasn't the brightest and couldn't get what tickled his father.
"I'm not laughing at anyone else; I'm just amused at Jiang Wen's arrogance and Qi Hao's lack of brains. I tried it before, and the epic production tagline shouldn't be used, but he insisted on blindly following me. What can I do?"
After all, he's a poet.
Though his son wasn't very smart, he was forced to read a lot and often heard his dad recite literature, so he joined in with silly laughter.
Beside them, Chen Hong watched her talented husband and obedient son with a blissful expression.
The family had finally walked out of the shadow of their box office flop.
However, their happiness didn't last long.
Like the calm before the storm, Chen Kaige hadn't even finished his lunch before he received a call.
