If this had happened before, he would have definitely contacted the woman in the black dress right away.
But now...
He dared not, nor did he have the courage.
Because he had failed to complete the task given to him by the woman in the black dress.
Just then.
A "creak."
The door was pushed open from the outside.
"Who?" Zhou Beicheng turned his head warily towards the door.
He was worried it was a vendetta-driven foe; he had made plenty of enemies relying on his backing within the entertainment industry.
No one answered him.
The answer to him was only the sound of light footsteps.
"Who! Who's there?" Zhou Beicheng took steps toward the direction of the living room.
The next second, a slender silhouette appeared in the air.
Zhou Beicheng, looking at the person in front of him, said in disbelief, "Mu Qingli? What are you doing here?" Seeing that it was Mu Qingli, Zhou Beicheng also quietly sighed with relief.
