Su Nan put on her clothes and wore a long black dress. She had a cold and noble temperament. High heels were also her favorite brand and style. She breathed a sigh of relief and remembered what happened just now.

Pick up the phone and call Chang Li.

"Let Hong Yi be happy."

Chang Li: "Yes."

She took a deep breath, and when she went out, she saw Su Qi's assistant Demi waiting at the door.

"Ms. Su, Film Emperor Su is worried about you alone, let me follow you at night."

Well, she's short on manpower.

Su Nan smiled, "Okay, you help me wait here for Assistant Hong. I'll come up later and tell her something."

Demi simply nodded: "Don't worry, Miss Su."

"It's almost time, I'll go down first."

Su Nan smiled lightly, she was not someone who could rub sand in her eyes.

The lighting arrangement downstairs has been prepared, and there is only one seat left in the front row, with Fu Yechuan and Shang Qian on both sides.

Su Nan's footsteps are really suffocating.

But before she hesitated, Shang Qian had already seen her and waved at her, Su Nan naturally walked over and sat down.

Fu Yechuan's eyes didn't change in the slightest, and he didn't greet her as gently as usual, as if he was still angry about what he just started.

Su Nan breathed a sigh of relief, that was great.

Shang Qian smiled and said in a low voice: "Su Qi's appeal is really powerful, and all the fans in the audience are coming for him."

Hearing others compliment her brother, Su Nan also felt very happy, but still very modest.

"My brother just looks good, has good acting skills, and has a good character, that's all."

Shang Qian's mouth froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement, his smile deepened.

Fu Yechuan on the other side didn't speak, but his face became more and more ugly.

…

The last scene ended.

The assistant on the side handed over drinks from the side, three cups of coffee.

Shang Qian first handed it to Su Nan, and Su Nan handed it to Fu Yechuan next to him.

Fu Yechuan was stunned for half a second, his face looked much better, and he reached out to take it.

Just the next second, before he could hold it steady, the cup leaked out inexplicably.

The coffee was spilled on his clothes all at once, Fu Yechuan frowned, and he couldn't bear to end the play because of his obsession with cleanliness.

He stood up, the assistant was a second faster than him, took his crutches, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu..."

Fu Yechuan glanced at him sharply, took the crutches, and looked at Su Nan, "I'll change clothes and come down."

Su Nan nodded and sat back again.

Seeing the assistant's figure seemed familiar.

Not long after Fu Yechuan left, Su Nan stood up and quietly left the stage.

Wu Tutu had already told him the room number of the lounge.

After getting out of the elevator, he found the room, he walked in, and it was dark inside.

Turning on the light, a lady's bag and skirt are placed on the huge soft sofa.

His eyes stopped coldly.

The next second, the bathroom door opened.

A woman wrapped in a bath towel was still wet and came out from the inside, barely covering the important parts, but she was still radiant.

It is Hong Yihuan.

Fu Yechuan's expression was extremely difficult to see, his eyes were cold and sharp, gloomy and intimidating.

"Who asked you to come?"

His voice was surprisingly cold.

Hong Yihuan seemed to be frightened, and was stunned for a few seconds, then grabbed the bath towel that seemed to fall off, her cheeks flushed:

"Mr. Fu, you... why are you here?"

Fu Yechuan gave her a gloomy look, extremely disdainful, indifferent and gloomy.

"Go away..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Hong Yihuan suddenly clutching his chest and screaming, hiding from Fu Yechuan while screaming...

A group of reporters suddenly appeared at the door with instruments and equipment, and the flashing lights kept flashing.

Fu Yechuan froze abruptly, turned his head to look, and a storm-like wave was brewing in his eyes.