What’s called "dead without proof," Teacher Mu gave us a live demonstration of it with his own actions.
His brows and eyes clear and honest, a face of innocence, but why can’t Gu Qili believe it’s bad, how could it possibly be bad? Chapters first released on NoveI★Fire.net
She cursed shamelessly to herself, what else could she do but endure.
She’s no match for him.
She guesses if she spewed words like a torrential river for three days and nights, he would just hand her a glass of water without any expression.
"Mr. Mu, please refrain from doing such childish things in the future." Gu Qili angrily pointed to the door, shooing him away: "Do you want to stand here and be a walking surveillance camera?"
Mu Shuoqian wasn’t upset at all, he just shrugged: "If I want to watch, I’ll watch openly, I won’t... peep."
He gave her a once-over: "To be honest, there’s really nothing worth seeing."
A "get lost" was about to burst out, Gu Qili held back her anger until it hurt internally.
Before she could explode, Mu Shuoqian had already casually walked out, not forgetting to take a covert glance at her before he left.
Gu Qili closed the door, searched the entire room to make sure there were no other cameras, and then suddenly realized it; she went to argue with him, only to end up suffocating with frustration herself, while he casually sauntered away carefree, and moreover, what was that look he gave her just now, an expression of unjust accusation, was she really in the wrong?
She can’t outplay him.
In terms of schemes, she’s completely outmatched.
Mu Shuoqian returned to the study, casually turned on the computer in front of him, and on the surveillance screen, the grid that belonged to her bedroom flickered with black and white static.
He idly spun the chair he was sitting in, pulling out a cigarette from a metal box and lighting it up, his sharp features gradually blurring in the swirling smoke, indiscernible joy or anger.
After finishing a cigarette, he picked up the phone and dialed a string of numbers.
"Please call me Xiao Bai (Little Bai)." The person on the other end corrected seriously.
Mu Shuoqian sneered coldly: "Your bed-wetting photo from when you were five years old..."
"Actually, Old Bai, Xiao Bai, it’s just a nickname, no need to take it too seriously, call me whatever you like, even Little White Bunny is fine."
Mu Shuoqian didn’t continue to banter with him, cutting straight to the point: "Does your company have an artist named Deng Feifei?"
"Deng Feifei?" The other side seemed to think for a long time, "Her father is Deng Liren, that wholesale liquor dealer, she’s an artist who just signed with us this year."
Bai Chengxi remembered her because of her father, who pulled strings through ancestral connections to get in touch with him.
"What, you’re interested in her? An old fox like you is getting carnivorous?"
Mu Shuoqian pulled out another cigarette, his slender fingers playing with it, on the computer screen, Gu Qili was walking out from the bedroom to the living room coffee table, she picked up an apple and just as she bit into it, suddenly remembered the surveillance, and hastily looked around.
Then she also casually took a mango.
"I wouldn’t debase myself for such goods." His words were as sharp as a knife, merciless, true to his style.
Bai Chengxi laughed: "Then why do you ask about her?"
"I heard in the entertainment circle, wanting to push a newcomer to stardom is easy, and wanting a star to fall to rock bottom also takes merely a moment."
"So what is it that you want, to push or to make fall?"
"Based on what you know about me, what do you think?"