Huang Yize said plainly, "Don't bother about that for now. Make sure that she doesn't create trouble for us tonight, and find a way to let the reporters find out about this tomorrow."
"But Young Master, you can't tell that she's Zuoqiu Zimei anymore. Even if the reporters stared hard at her, they wouldn't be able to tell."
"Zuoyi, don't tell me that you don't have your way of letting the reporters know."
"As expected, Young Master understands me the best. You're the most brilliant…"
While Zuoyi was still talking nonstop, Huang Yize had already hung up the call.
Zuoyi only realized that the signal was cut off after he finished talking. He looked at his phone dispiritedly. His Young Master was too cold, too noble, and often expressionless. He really wanted to see Young Master's other expressions.
