Jiang Yao gave another cold snort, "So fluent? Had you prepared a draft earlier?"
"....." Wen Qiao raised her eyes cautiously for a glance, and after meeting Jiang Yao's gaze, quickly lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Sister Yao. After a whole night, I've come to deeply realize my mistakes. I won't lie to you again in the future."
"Your attitude seems pretty sincere," Jiang Yao said, somewhat satisfied as she nodded, then caught on to what Wen Qiao had said last, knitting her brows again, "Lie to me? What do you mean?"
"It means, yesterday I shouldn't have had Song Qian tell you I was filming when you called me—wait a minute? What do you mean? Aren't you mad about this?"
Wen Qiao suddenly realized mid-sentence something was amiss, and she looked up at Jiang Yao, who was also looking at her.
