Yang Hui took back his phone and noticed Zhu Jing's face was flushed. The way she looked at him was strange, as if she had caught him doing something he shouldn't.
"What's wrong? How can watching a restocking video make you blush?"
"Mm-hmm." Zhu Jing lowered her head, offering no explanation.
Yang Hui glanced at the screen and saw a new message from Liu Shasha. He tapped it open, and after reading it, was rendered speechless. He finally understood Zhu Jing's reaction. This time, there was no way he could clear his name.
"Um, Zhu Jing... if I told you she's just letting her imagination run wild, would you believe me?"
In a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, Zhu Jing mumbled, "I do."
"Then what if I told you I'm an immortal descended from the heavens, would you believe me?"
Without hesitation, Zhu Jing again mumbled, "I do."
'Sigh...' He sighed. 'So half-hearted. Like hell you believe me.'
