In the office of the Pioneer Building's upper echelon, Li Changfeng lifted the curtain and looked down at Shao Zifeng, surrounded by adoring fans, then whispered into his phone, "He has come."
After a brief silence, a middle-aged man's voice came through the phone, "Proceed as planned, and it would be best if you could get a high-definition video of the Starlight Queen."
Li Changfeng hesitated for a moment, "What if, I mean, what if he doesn't cooperate?"
Having said this, Li Changfeng became nervous, holding his breath as he quietly waited for the reply.
"I don't care what method you use," the man's voice remained devoid of emotional fluctuation, "If you can't even complete this task, then leave the capital and go home."
Beep, beep, beep.
Listening to the dial tone from the phone, Li Changfeng leaned against the wall in a daze, the phone slipping from his hand.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
