Yin Zhuhai saw that Lu Zhaozhao was impervious to persuasion and felt it inappropriate to say more.
He couldn't afford to fall out with her just yet.
The people backing her were not ones he could afford to provoke.
No matter if it was Pei Huai, Xia Wenyan, or Song Sinian.
He slowly stood up and nodded at her, "I will consider Zhaozhao's suggestions carefully. Please excuse me for now."
"..."
Lu Zhaozhao watched him leave without a care.
In her previous life, she hardly remembered the name Yin Zhuhai. She wondered if in this lifetime he could retain his own identity.
What Lu Zhaozhao didn't know was that right after Yin Zhuhai left the lounge, he threw the script he was holding in a corridor not far away.
Even due to the conversation with Lu Zhaozhao, he furiously kicked the railing of the corridor several times.
There weren't usually many people here, so he wasn't worried about anyone witnessing his tantrum.
Of course, that was usually the case.
