"What, causing trouble when there were many people? What did I do?" Zhao Jingshu asked, her face full of confusion.
"Keep pretending," Mu Qichen sneered. "Now everyone outside knows that we're together, everyone saw our performance just now..."
What performance? What big screen?
Zhao Jingshu's face turned pale, making the red handprint from the slap even more conspicuous. She panicked and explained, "It wasn't me, I swear."
As a girl, she had her pride too. How could she possibly record such a thing and let so many people watch it? It would only make her a laughingstock in the circle, unable to lift her head in the future. She couldn't have done such a stupid thing.
"Fool," Mu Qichen couldn't even be bothered to scold her. "What's it to you if you lose face? It's Mr. Fu who's losing face. Offending Mr. Fu, do you know how much money our families will have to pay to settle this?"
He never imagined that Zhao Jingshu could be so foolish, it was truly baffling.