Ruan Qishan's study was on the first floor, very close to the living room. When Ruan Zeyan walked in, he was checking something on the computer.
"Dad." Ruan Zeyan stopped in front of the large desk and looked at Ruan Qishan indifferently.
Ruan Qishan did not respond immediately. Instead, he finished reading what was on the computer screen: "Award-winning screenwriter TY: relying on looks, she used plagiarism and a ghost writer." What he was reading was the most recent news about Ling Tianya. After a full day of marination on the Internet, it had been blown out of proportion with no hold backs.
Ruan Qishan's face was full of disdain for Ling Tianya. "She definitely has a pretty face, enough for her to make money off it."
"The things on the Internet are not credible." Ruan Zeyan answered with no emotion in his voice.