Nangong Wuyi widened his eyes at Qi Siming, "..."
No way!!
It is no wonder he would go crazy, if it were him, he would also probably do the same thing.
"What are you talking about?" Qi Siming was speechless, he had been behaving obediently in his practice room preparing for his next album these past few days. A woman he was supporting?
There are so many women in the world, does he need to stoop to the level of wanting Diers' woman?! He must be sick!
"God! Would I stoop so low to support a woman? Aren't there enough women around me!" Qi Siming was exasperated, speaking with a very "narcissistic" expression, "On top of that, I have been busy preparing for my new album recently, I've been in the practice room all along!"
Qi Siming, with a pig head mask, was actually quite good-looking, but without the mask, even if he paid a million, girls might think twice about considering him.