Unlike Xư Wan Ning's flourishing springtime.

Lục Tuần's situation is already extremely difficult.

He thought that he had already secured his advantage, leaving Xư Wan Ning was just cutting ties with this shameful relationship, and his career would still thrive.

But he didn't expect that, from the award ceremony until now, he had no job opportunities at all.

All the previously agreed collaborations were canceled.

Even the company changed its attitude, even a janitor dared to give him a hard time.

Lục Tuần couldn't understand.

He went to several film crews, but didn't even meet the directors.

He heard a lot of sarcasm.

Encountering obstacles everywhere, Lục Tuần's self-esteem suffered great damage, and his emotions grew increasingly irritable.

When Song An Ran entered, what she saw was this side of Lục Tuần.

There was a hint of impatience in her brows and eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and poured a glass of warm water for Lục Tuần.

"Husband," Song An Ran said softly, "this is not the way. Those people who canceled the collaborations will definitely have to pay the penalty, the most important thing for us now is to get this money.

"Our baby is about to go to kindergarten, you don't want our baby to fall behind, right? The penalty must be at least a billion, I have already found a way..."

Before she finished speaking, Lục Tuần suddenly looked up.

"A billion?"

He stared at the unfamiliar Song An Ran in front of him, suddenly feeling extremely distant.