Chapter 1063 Am I familiar with you?
Yi Qinghuan grabbed the phone and spoke every word clearly, with distinct pronunciation, for fear that no one would understand.

She didn't speak fast, she said everything she needed to say, and there was a feeling of superiority in her words, as if she would be honored to adapt an original author who was famous but actually misleading.

However, after she finished speaking, she didn't hear the other party's response for a long time.

Suspiciously, he took off the phone and took a look. After confirming that he was on a call, he stuck the phone back.

"Mr. Mo Bai, are you listening?"

"Listening."

Yi Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, why is it a woman, "Are you Mr. Mo Bai's assistant?"

Nan Jiaojiao lazily moved her body, leaned forward slightly, and poked the speakerphone, "I'm listening."

Yi Qing raised her head in disbelief, looking at Nan Jiaojiao who was sitting at the end in disbelief, she was probably too shocked, she stood up suddenly, and the chair legs scraped against the ground making a long series of ear-piercing sounds.

She stared at Nan Jiaojiao with straight eyes, and after a while, her gaze moved down to Nan Jiaojiao's cell phone.

His voice seemed to be choked in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

It took a long time before I tried to open my mouth: "Hello?"

Then, she heard her own voice coming from Nan Jiaojiao's cell phone.

His face sank, and his face was as white as paper.

Chu Yao sneered and said, "I haven't even figured out the gender, Mr. Mo Bai, you said you have been communicating all the time, are you slapping your face now?"

Yi Qinghuan used a lot of self-control so as not to let her superficially intellectual image be flawed. She was afraid that she would lose control of her instinctive reaction, so instead of looking at Nan Jiaojiao, she forcibly handed over the phone to lay down.

"It is true that there has been communication all the time, but it's just an exchange of emails, not a phone call. Many parts of the script are written with magnificent pen and ink, so I suspect that Mo Bai is a man. Is there a problem?"

While speaking, Yi Qinghuan's gaze skipped over everyone, and finally fell on Chu Yao's face.

The corners of Chu Yao's lips curled slightly: "Really, I misunderstood you."

"It's okay to misunderstand. I lost my composure just now. I didn't expect that Mo Bai was someone I knew."

Yi Qinghuan turned to Nan Jiaojiao, "Jiaojiao, why didn't you tell me before?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked at Yi Qinghuan, Qing Lingling's eyes were calm and unruffled, "Am I familiar with you?"

Yi Qinghuan's face darkened, "I mean, now that we know each other, we can sit down and discuss the script. Every time we contact each other by email, we become unfamiliar."

Nan Jiaojiao said bluntly, "You didn't make major changes to the script before. You just sorted out the dialogue and didn't change a word of the original lines. You send it to me. I don't mind. This time the script deviates from the original. If it's not convenient for you to change , then I'll come."

Yi Qing panicked, "I'm the chief screenwriter."

"Is it important?" Nan Jiaojiao said, "I am the original work."

"..."

Yi Qinghuan was so angry that she couldn't sit still anymore, she turned her head to Director Chen without lowering her eyebrows, "Okay, since your original book is here, I don't have anything to do with you, I can't help you, I will pay you for it." Give it back to you, and don't cooperate in the future."

"What's the matter, let's talk about this. Although you have never been to the production team, Yi Yi, the script is indeed well organized, and the remuneration will not be refunded." Director Chen also stood up, with a smile on his face, " It’s fine to return half of it, at least you participated, so I can’t let you suffer.”

"you!"

Yi Qinghuan was so angry that she almost bit her tongue and called her assistant, "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)

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