He was secretly delighted in his heart, but his agent, Neil, was quite irritated.
Neil stood in front of him, stomping his feet in frustration.
"Pei Mojing, how could you make such a rookie mistake! Can't you find a private place for your affairs with women? Why do you have to blatantly do it on an airplane? Are you asking to be photographed or what?"
"And another thing! Those two days you went to England, you were accompanying that woman, weren't you? Why didn't you give me a heads-up so I could be mentally prepared?"
"Most importantly, who is that woman? She's pretty, but who is she? Which model is she? Or perhaps a rich heiress? Or have you been so lonely over the years that you just picked up any woman to relieve your boredom?"
Neil jumped up and down in a frenzy, but Pei Mojing, who was sitting on the couch, acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his eyes fixed on the enlarged photo on the LCD screen with his lips hooked, seemingly lost in thought.