Fu Shiyi found it funny. Something she personally drew was powerful?
Is it really that easy to make money these days, where scribbling and doodling could be sold as a Peace Talisman for a high price? Then why is it still so hard for those studying fine arts to find a job?
Mu Suyu saw her mocking smile and understood what she was thinking.
In the past, Mu Suyu would have said nothing. Every profession has its own rules, and in her line of work, she didn't force others to believe in anything.
In other words, some people are lucky enough not to believe in those things their entire life.
But now, Mu Suyu was quite irritated.
"Lin Yifan is an artist under your company, isn't he? Have you heard about his recent encounters with unclean spirits?"
Fu Shiyi was momentarily stunned; of course, she had heard about it. Lin Yifan would often claim to have seen ghosts, and indeed, some strange incidents took place on the set of his shoots.
