Chu Yunyan. A hater suddenly appeared on Weibo, constantly spreading rumors about things happening on set. The group owner didn't pay much attention at first, since it's not uncommon for people to hurl insults online for no reason. However, as the negative impact of this hater grew, he finally noticed. He glanced at the ID and the content of the allegations, a cold smile playing on Chu Yunyan's lips. Looking at the unexpected revelations, he frowned as he read the comments on the main account's Weibo post. He said calmly, "Do you know who this person is? Why is he so persistent in targeting you, always presenting himself as an insider, making it sound so credible? No wonder you have so many young fans who have been led astray by him."
A faint smile appeared on Chu Yunyan's lips as she spoke, "I can only think of one person who could do this. There's just one person I don't know. The actors are all very grateful to me, but there's one person who hates me to the core. The person who can write such a report is probably no one else but him."
A faint smile appeared on Mu Yun's lips as he spoke softly, "I'm all ears."
A faint smile appeared on Chu Yunyan's lips. She slowly... even told Mu Yun the whole story. His tone and attitude were casual, just recounting a trivial matter, without much action or obvious dissatisfaction. It even sounded like a joke. But to Mu Yun, it sounded particularly grating. He said calmly, "These people are so kind as to leave them here. You yourself found it troublesome and asked me to shoot you. These people are just troublemakers appearing before you. If you feel uncomfortable, you might as well let me get rid of them for you."
Chu Yunyan smiled faintly and said calmly, "What you said is really misleading. If others heard it, they might think you're going to do something like murder or arson."
His expression was indifferent. If he wanted to handle such a small news item, he could easily manage it with his current entertainment skills. However, he knew that paying attention to the other school beauty was useless. There was more to the story behind the school beauty. He hadn't forgotten about the sheet music he stole. He wanted to see how he would perform at this concert and whether he could actually play a piece. If he could do it, he would admire his relative. If he couldn't, he would probably be embarrassed on the spot.
I casually pulled out some compositions I'd made over the past few months from my drawer and handed them to him, saying indifferently, "Talking about these annoying things is such a waste of our energy; it's not worth it. Instead, could you listen to a few of my recent compositions and tell me which one sounds better? I want to send them to a music production company to see if they can be made into a single. I won't keep any of the proceeds for myself; I'll give them to people with musical dreams who want to develop their careers in this field."
Xixi is currently sick, please give me two days to recover. I'll revise whatever I write.
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