Yuan Yan Venture Capital wasn't far from Xingdi Film and Television. Ni Bingyan drove and got there in half an hour.
And that was even with being stuck in rush hour traffic for about ten minutes.
When she arrived at the underground parking garage, Wei Shuojie was already waiting there.
"Agh, you're finally here."
She was wearing a brown overcoat and coffee-colored tall boots, stomping her feet against the cold. When she saw the car approach, she quickly waved at them.
The dusty gray Volkswagen pulled to a stop. Through the car window, Ni Bingyan immediately spotted the flatbed cart next to Wei Shuojie, piled high with delivery boxes.
"So many?"
Ni Bingyan was a little surprised. "Why are people suddenly sending me gifts?"
She didn't believe the story about celebrating *Demon Suppression Tower*'s box office exceeding one billion.
'Compared to that, didn't winning an award deserve more celebration?'
No one had done anything like this back then.
