Zhan Hanjue frowned and looked at Ye Ningwan very seriously.
Ye Ningwan felt guilty under his gaze and murmured quietly, "What did I hide from you? I didn't hide anything at all."
"You're still not admitting it?" Zhan Hanjue said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me about this man confessing to you?"
"It's not a big deal, lots of people like me. Do I need to boast to you?" Ye Ningwan chuckled.
Zhan Hanjue stared at her deeply.
Ye Ningwan's smile slowly stiffened under Zhan Hanjue's intense gaze.
"You're really mad? Is it necessary? It isn't anything serious," Ye Ningwan said, giving him a pleasing smile.
Zhan Hanjue, however, reached out and pushed her fawning face away, walking forward with a stern expression, not saying a word.
"Ah, my foot's injured."
Ye Ningwan suddenly cried out from behind, then fell to the ground.
Sure enough, Zhan Hanjue stopped, hurriedly walking back to her.
"Where are you hurt?"
