Having served as Mu Ziwei's agent for so many years, he had never heard such arrogant words from a mere photographer.
Wang Zheng was truly angry now.
Thinking back to how he had climbed from an agent's assistant to his current position, he couldn't fathom the effort it had taken.
Could he have reached his current status only to be bullied by a minor character?
"Photographer Zhang, can you repeat that statement on behalf of your company?"
His tone was involuntarily laced with a hint of ferocity.
Just a small photographer, after all—even if you had a hundred times the courage, you wouldn't dare to offend a top-tier celebrity!
Wang Zheng was confident, merely waiting for the other party to come to their senses and apologize.
However, reality did not unfold as he had imagined; the photographer truly was not afraid of him.
"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, but I cannot speak for the company."
