Lin Nianhe was truly drunk.
She leaned on the shoulder of Sie Yufei, who had stumbled back over, and blabbered whatever came to her mind: "Fourth Brother, I'm laying it out here today, if you shoot a film in the future, I'll invest in it, any amount works, what I don't lack at all is money!"
Fourth Sie giggled foolishly: "Really? Then it's settled, you provide the money, I make the films."
"Exactly, and then we'll do a 30/70 split!" Lin Nianhe slapped his shoulder, "And if you dare to go back on your word—let me tell you, my boyfriend is fierce! I'll have him beat you up!"
"Ah? How, how fierce?" Sie Yufei, who had already forgotten what fear was, kept laughing stupidly without end, "I don't believe it, my eldest brother is also very fierce, he hits me like I'm his grandson."
"My boyfriend will hit you like you're his great-grandson!"
"Ah… that's really fierce."
"There you go!"
Su Yuncheng, who had unfortunately heard the entire conversation, was silently speechless.
