Jiang Yifan, without any awareness of being questioned, maintained his smile, cheerfully saying: "That's nonsense. My Ah Yan has always conducted herself with integrity and grace. If anyone mocks you, I'll be the first to oppose it—whoever mocks you, I'll take them on!"
Oh, damn, if we're talking about shamelessness, even three of hers combined couldn't match his.
Ye Xinyan decisively lowered her head and continued stitching the backside of the magpie-on-plum-blossom pillowcase in her hands. After a couple of stitches, she remembered that she had sent Song Ping's household and the two maids out because she had something to ask.
"What was all that winking about just now?"
