The young man brushed it off. "Everything happens as planned; there's nothing special to celebrate, really."
The manager gave a smile, and soon, their drinks were served.
As the CEO sipped his tea in silence, the other man narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him, pursed his lips, and picked up his cup of coffee.
The two casually chit-chatted on some matters when Mu Yazhe did a one-eighty switch of topic. "My wife received a new script, where she's set to play as a car racer."
Startled, Qin Zhou nodded in agreement. "Eh, the script is good. The gold team is sure to create an iconic idol drama out of a best-selling novel."
"I'm not concerned with the roles she has to act; I only allow her to act because this is her interest. As for what I'm concerned about…" The man paused, looked squarely at the star agent's face, and asked brashly, "I heard that you wanted her to cut her hair short?"
Qin Zhou: "…"
I knew it!
