Song Jianyi looked over, feeling perplexed.
In the distance, Qi Yu stood with his back turned, hands behind him, gazing at the lake.
The makeup artist was touching up his makeup, and there happened to be a pack of tissues beside him.
"Xiao Yao, are you sure Master Qi needs tissues?"
"I..."
The assistant's heartbeat quickened under Song Jianyi's gaze, his eyes darting left and right.
Song Jianyi sighed, "Is he going back on his promise?"
"Are you kidding? Would Master Qi go back on his word?"
Seeing that everyone was looking over, he raised his voice and shouted, "If you break up, Master Qi can take it and let it go!"
Song Jianyi: "..."
Qi Yu, in the distance: What did you say?
He slowly turned around, his gaze half-smiling as it fell on the assistant, who stumbled and almost fell to the ground in fright.
Oh no, Master Qi, I was wrong!
Master Qi took out his phone and sent a WeChat message: [What he said doesn't represent me.]
[Are you jealous?]