Three years ago, copyright protection!
The words instantly shocked Yan Huan. She stood there dumbfounded, suddenly feeling a chill all over her body.
A strong sense of fear surged from deep within her, a sentence caught Yan Huan off guard!
"No, impossible! How could you have applied for copyright protection? Who are you trying to fool?" Yan Huan’s face turned pale as she walked to the corner, rebutting sharply, "Yan Le, I’m your sister, don’t I know your personality? You want to deceive ?"
Yan Le’s heart was pounding, and an unease sat in the depths of her mind. Her legs on the wheelchair were trembling slightly without her control.
Su Li suddenly reached out and held her hand tightly, giving her an encouraging look.
Yan Le cald down and said, "I never revealed this because I wanted to save face for you, sister, but who knew you would be so obstinate? I’m already serializing the script on Hengxing Chinese Website!"
Yan Le paused, her voice cold as a sharp blade, every word cutting into Yan Huan’s flesh: "If you don’t believe it, go check the copyright website to see when I registered!"
With a "click," Yan Le was the first to hang up the phone, imposing and bold.
Panic!
Complete panic!
Yan Huan was utterly panicked. It was the first ti she found Yan Le so decisive, as if she had beco a different person.
"Check, yes, I’ll check it and we’ll know. She must be lying to !" Yan Huan, frightened, turned pale, her hand holding the phone shook, and it slipped to the ground with a "snap," only for her to hurriedly and awkwardly pick it up.
Passing staff looked at Yan Huan suspiciously, what’s wrong with this screenwriter? Why does she look like she’s on drugs?
Yan Huan took a deep, icy breath, opened her phone’s browser, and searched for copyright registration. Sure enough, a webpage appeared.
All it required was an ID and na to check all registered copyrights.
Yan Huan, of course, rembered her sister’s ID number and shakily entered it, pressing search!
It was not the expected "No records found." Instead, a glaring piece of information displayed.
Copyright Registration Catalog: "Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree"
Applicant: Yan Le
Application Date: XX Year X Month X Day
Story Summary: ...
Seeing that registration date, Yan Huan’s legs turned to jelly, and she collapsed to the ground, looking desolately at the phone.
That date... was three years ago.
Three years ago, her "Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree" hadn’t even been born...
If Yan Le could lie to her, surely the query website couldn’t, right?
Yan Le really had secretly applied for copyright protection three years ago. If Yan Le exposed this to a journalist, her career would be ruined!
"Famous screenwriter Yan Huan steals her own sister’s script, shocking the entertainnt world"—this headline crazily echoed in her mind.
What, what should she do?
This sudden evidence struck Yan Huan so unexpectedly, her face visibly turned ghostly pale.
Over.
"Screenwriter Yan Huan? What’s wrong? There’s a journalist coming in for an interview," a staff mber helped her up, asking with concern.
"Journalist?"
Yan Huan muttered to herself, her face turning even grimr!
Damn, if the press found out she suddenly changed the script making Liu Weiyang get hit, it could blow up the trending searches.
Liu Weiyang wasn’t exactly a big star, but she sure had a knack for trending!
She had to keep a low profile recently, very low profile.
With a face as pale as a zombie, Yan Huan clenched her phone and ran towards the filming location, shouting fiercely: "No hitting!"
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