Is He Alright?

A common language?

Song Qingyou's expression was strange.

She was still a little confused when she heard the other party's ambiguous words.

Until Shen Xiuren got closer and closer, and winked at her, saying, "I believe that I'm no worse than those celebrities."

Song Qingyou was speechless.

She understood that Shen Xiuren had believed the rumors and thought that she was an artist who liked to play dirty.

Just as she was about to take a step back and reject the other party, she heard a soft call from behind her.

Fang Yan stepped forward and stared at Shen Xiuren's outstretched hand. "What are you doing?"

There was a hint of questioning in his tone.

When Shen Xiuren saw who it was, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He stopped trying to hold Song Qingyou's hand.

"Assistant Fang," Song Qingyou greeted.

Fang Yan felt a headache coming on.