Ye Feimo looked at Wen Nuan. She was discussing the Golden Seal Awards with Chen Xueru and seemed unconcerned that Han Bi was hosting. Ye Feimo's gaze was deep, as if a faint smile was forming, and yet it seemed to hold nothing at all.
"I'll have a chat with Old Man Zhang another day and see if I can get more insider information," Lin Diyun said, pointing at Chen Xueru and Wen Nuan. "We have two people who might win awards at the Golden Seal Awards, so it's necessary to do a little extra work."
Lin Ning raised an eyebrow. "And I'm not getting an award?"
Tang Shuwen laughed heartily. "There's no suspense about you getting Best Director; it has nothing to do with you."
Ye Feimo said coldly, "You've won so many awards that your hands are soft. It's about time you went on stage and declined an award, giving a chance to the young people."
Director Gu's shoulders shook with laughter, and Wen Nuan couldn't help but laugh, either.
"Ye Er, are you calling me old?"
