"I feel wronged too. I am the only director in Hong Kong with the surname Wu? They just chose my name, Wu Changyun, to put it up. Do they think I am easy to bully?" Wu Changyun said with a wry smile.
"This has nothing to do with whether your last name is Wu or not. Don't drag your personal matter into the hands of all the directors in Hong Kong. No one will maliciously target all the directors in Hong Kong."
The old man was indeed a little impatient.
"Then what does my relationship with you have?" Wu Changyun glanced at the old man.
"Of course it's related. The things you filmed have influenced the reputation of Hong Kong films. They are twisted, extremely twisted and dark."
"Forget it, let's go."
The other old man saw clearly that Wu Changyun had never taken them seriously from the beginning.
The two old men left Wu Changyun's villa one after another.
At this time, outside the villa's courtyard, a pair of eyes were staring at the two old men as they left.
After the two old men left, this mysterious man who was observing secretly folded an envelope and taped it to the iron door of the villa.
After a while, Wu Changyun heard the doorbell and saw Yuan Aijia running in with something in her hand from a distance.
The two haven't seen each other for a long time since they last returned to Hong Kong from the United States. However, Yuan Aijia always dresses fashionably wherever she goes.
"There's a letter for you."
Wu Changyun took the envelope and found a piece of letter paper with Wu Changyun's name on it.
"What?" Yuan Aijia stood on tiptoe to see who was sending the letter in this way.
Wu Changyun subconsciously dodged.
"What? It can't be a love letter from a fan."
"No, it's not."
Wu Changyun put away the letter paper and folded it up. It turned out that the letter was addressed to him by Wen Jing, who had been reborn.
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