My Precious Wife (17)

She was welcomed by An Yibei's cold gaze. Folding his arms, An Yibei fixed his eyes on Ai Bao.

The audio played in a loop and Miaomiao had sent her the most "exciting" part, which made Ai Bao blush. She looked at An Yibei sheepishly.

An Yibei kept his silence. However, the calmer he looked, the more frightened Ai Bao felt.

She stammered, "I – I can explain everything…"

An Yibei arched an eyebrow.

"They were recording this new drama and the actress for that role got sick. I was recruited as a last-minute thing… That's all." Ai Bao held her middle three fingers up together. "I swear! It was just another job!"

Rumble —

As if in retort to Ai Bao, thunder rumbled outside before rain poured down.

Ai Bao felt like crying. Why did it feel like she was getting some heavenly retribution for lying…

An Yibei asked, "Just another job?"

"Yes!"