Mu Shian stood there, staring blankly at Yan Le, who was gasping in pain on the ground, as if spellbound, unable to hear Su Li’s voice at all.
The box was unusually quiet, even the faint sound of the winter wind against the window glass could be heard.
The waiter stood with a food cart at the back of the crowd, the aroma of food was overwhelming, but he was frozen, unable to move forward.
It seed sothing had happened.
Feng Huaijin watched them with interest, gave a aningful glance to the bewildered waiter, who understood instantly, bowed and retreated.
A well-known senior in the screenwriting industry broke the stalemate first, tremblingly pointed at Yan Huan: "You... What did you just say? ’Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree’, and all the previous scripts were your sister’s drafts? Not your work?!"
That senior seed to have suffered a major blow, stepped back several steps with a pale face, exclaiming: "Yan Huan, how could you be this kind of person? Yesterday I was still praising you to my students and fans..."
Once this matter breaks out, his lifeti integrity... The senior thought of this, almost wanting to bang his head against the wall.
The literary leader, a poet, was livid, swung his sleeve, and angrily said: "Sha! This is a disgrace to literature! Plagiarism must be imdiately reported to all literary circles."
This poet had a high status in the literary world, already over fifty, furious to the point of dizziness from this news.
As soon as he spoke, several people behind him imdiately nodded in agreent.
"We must inform the public and uphold justice for the original creator."
"Such a disgrace in the literary world should be nailed to the pillar of sha! I retract all my previous praise for her! Tonight, I will stay up writing articles!"
"..."
Yan Huan’s face turned pale, seeing so many literary giants, her body involuntarily shivering.
How could this be?
Why did so many people suddenly co?
Yan Huan was so frightened she shook her head instinctively, her lips trembling as she said: "No, I was just too angry, I was just talking nonsense... I was rambling, please believe ..."
Su Li, standing beside Feng Huaijin, interrupted with a smile: "Angry? Well, how about Yan Huan the great screenwriter explain why she’s angry? What’s making her angry?"
Yan Huan’s whole body stiffened, her face turned ghastly.
Why was she angry?
Wasn’t it because she discovered Yan Le was serious? Sneakily applied for copyright protection for ’Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree’ three years ago.
This move directly infuriated her, making her restless.
If it weren’t for this, how could such a cautious person suddenly lose her cool and spill everything?
This, she would never dare to say.
Looking at the furious cultural figures, despite being winter, cold sweat broke out all over Yan Huan, almost soaking her clothes, her hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
Those cultural figures never used foul language when insulting, their sarcastic comnts and poems almost breaking her apart.
Yan Huan trembled, seeking help from Mu Shian: "Shi, Shi An..."
Mu Shian’s gaze was cold, every word seed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I ask you, that year of the avalanche, what exactly happened?"
Although it was just a short sentence, it seed incredibly difficult to say.
Su Li glanced over, stepped forward to kick Mu Shian aside, corrected Yan Le’s wheelchair, helped Yan Le up from the cold ground, and looked at Mu Shian saying: "Isn’t it obvious? She traded her legs for your life."
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