He Jinxia couldn't find Sheng Yan, but she always felt that the man was somewhere observing her. She curled her lips into a big, warm smile and said softly,
"Mr. Sheng, ah... It's Mr. Sheng."
Yu Yanyu looked puzzled, "So who exactly is he?"
He Jinxia shook her head knowingly and drew out her tone, "Can't tell, can't tell, some secrets are not to be revealed."
Yu Yanyu pouted and muttered, "You're acting like a little lover, he isn't your secret lover, is he?"
He Jinxia's face changed slightly, she leisurely sipped her grape juice, enjoying the feeling as it moistened her parched throat, and said indifferently, "Aren't you a die-hard fan of Sheng Yan? How come you didn't go look for him when he arrived?"
Yu Yanyu immediately deflated, feeling a headache coming on.
Once a lie was told, a myriad of lies had to be told to cover it up. He was clearly Sheng Yan's underling, not a fan at all.
