Xi Zheng merely smiled without speaking.
Little did he know that as he smiled at An Chuyu, he completely failed to realize that his own lips were also stained with lipstick. Anyone with clear eyes could tell what they had done, and no amount of covering up could hide the obvious.
His hand reached out to hook hers, fingers weaving through the spaces between hers, their palms touching each other. Instead of answering her, he questioned, "You haven't accepted a new role so quickly this time, have you?"