Zhou Beicheng glanced at the photo pushed over by the woman in the black dress and said respectfully, "Rest assured, I will take care of this matter."
The woman in the black dress nodded, reached for her cup, and took a sip of coffee from her flame-like red lips before continuing, "Mu Qingli is not as simple as you think. She looks down on a small fry like you. Focus on the task I gave you, and stop wasting time on Mu Qingli to avoid humiliating yourself!"
Her words were piercing, leaving Zhou Beicheng without a shred of dignity.
If it were anyone else, who would dare to point at Zhou, the great film actor, and call him a small fry?
Zhou Beicheng thought about his own petty schemes, especially how he had mistakenly believed that Mu Qingli was playing hard to get with him, and immediately his face flushed with embarrassment, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
"Alright... I understand."