The implication is: It's really nothing, so please don't make things difficult for a working person like me.

After filming the video, Zhou Chen wanted to leave, but Jing Min stopped him with a "Keep filming" message.

He reluctantly raised his phone again.

He pretended to be inspecting the filming location, but was actually deliberately circling around Jin Xuan.

He moved about quietly, taking a few seconds to record with his phone at each angle he came to.

He would occasionally glance at Chu Wuyang as if he were a spy.

As he remained on stage, the staff began to tense up. Even without a direct greeting, they subconsciously restrained their words and actions, and even slowed their breathing.

The progress was naturally delayed as a result.

Chu Wuyang finally realized something was wrong.

He frowned, looked up from the documents, and stared at Zhou Chen.

He was squatting on the ground to one side, holding up his phone and snapping photos of Jin Xian, while seemingly muttering something under his breath.

It was like confirming the angle, or like conducting covert reconnaissance.

Chu Wuyang's brow twitched. She stared at him for a few seconds, her tone involuntarily revealing a hint of anger.

"...What are you doing?"

Zhou Chen turned around upon hearing the sound, stood up without any guilt, and even waved his phone.

"With a mission at hand, I have no choice but to comply."

"What mission?"

He shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"Your husband gave the order, don't ask me."

Chu Wuyang's face darkened, and she snatched his phone away.

Zhou Chen instinctively reached out to grab it.

"Hey... my phone?"

"You said Jingmin asked you to take this?"

Chu Wuyang glared at Zhou Chen, her voice unconsciously rising.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen coughed lightly, his gaze drifting to the side, but his words remained crisp and decisive.

"Who else could it be?"

He seemed to thrive on chaos.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that he hasn't made any phone calls and his bodyguards have left; his heart is still with him."

Chu Wuyang's breath hitched.

"So... your job today was to spy on me for him?"

Her tone was cold, and she spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

"The supervisor was a pretense; the real purpose was to secretly film them?!"

Zhou Chen shrugged, his tone so relaxed it made you want to punch him.

"I'm only responsible for forwarding, not for explaining."

"Besides, can I refuse to cooperate? He was able to bypass me and send people directly; he's already being quite restrained. Please have some understanding of someone who's mentally unstable."

He paused, then added insult to injury, his tone sounding like consolation, but actually adding fuel to the fire.

"Don't be angry. Think about it, if it were one of those blockheaded, dedicated bodyguards, you'd have someone timing your water breaks. Wouldn't you be driven crazy?"

"Isn't it great now? I'm in charge of this job, and I can even slack off a bit now and then, so you can have some peace and quiet, right?"