393 Fear of Being Dominated by Beijing University School Tyrants

The Jiang Corporation originally didn’t dispute with Bai Tiantian.

After all, it was the Jiang Corporation’s staff’s mistake.

But now, Bai Tiantian had sent herself to the door. Even with 100 Bai Tiantians, she wouldn’t be able to deal with Qin Xiuchen alone, much less the Jiang Corporation.

Bai Tiantian’s manager hung up weakly.

Notifications popped out. Qin Xiuchen’s words had already spread in the circle.

The few people whom the manager had uneasily found in the past few days all blocked him.

He could only keep his tail tucked in from now on, and never have the opportunity to turn over once the popularity was over…

“Film Emperor Qin’s niece…” someone quietly said.

The production crew exchanged glances. Just now, the major TV station head had directly called to inform them of this matter, and it was obvious whose influence it was due to.

“I’ll see if the second episode has any problems.” The publicity head got up and went out to rewatch the second episode from beginning to end and confirm that nothing was wrong.

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Inside the Cheng family house.

Holding his phone tightly, Cheng Juan slowly flipped through Weibo.

Sitting at the front, Old Master Cheng’s expression was grave as the other hall leaders reported the situation, sitting straight as a ramrod.

Only Cheng Juan casually sat, leaning on the pillow behind his back while lazily playing with his phone.

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Ten minutes ago, he even openly went out to take a phone call.

Teasing Old Master Cheng’s parrot with his fingers, Cheng Raohan frowned slightly and said in a grave voice, “Continue working on him.”

It would even better if Shi Liming had a hard temper. At least he wouldn’t be reeled in by Cheng Juan.

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Furthermore, even if Cheng Raohan couldn’t reel him in, he could still make his presence known to him. When the Cheng family held a vote next time, even if Shi Liming was neutral, he would still cast his vote on him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Raohan slightly heaved a sigh of relief.

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**

Instead of returning to Ting Lan, Cheng Juan drove the car to a road in Yunjin Community.

He looked down at the message on his phone from Qin Ran, telling him not to go upstairs.

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Casually throwing the phone in front, he put his hands on the steering wheel and leaned on the backrest. He stared at Qin Hanqiu’s building with clear, squinted eyes, his expression cold and clear.