"He said he'd back out, so just let him back out, but this old guy even winked at me and mysteriously said:
'Xiaojiang, good luck!'
Before Jiang Yu could react, his head retracted, and he closed the door again.
When Jiang Yu turned back, he saw Editor Zhu's face was flushed with a shy expression, that's when he realized what Lao Jia meant.
This old guy, he thought I was hitting on someone!
After I finished telling Zhu the story of myself and the Seventh Dining Hall and just sent her off, back on the first-floor kitchen, everyone eagerly started teasing me.
Jiang Yu couldn't help but sigh, a bit helplessly he said,
'I've explained to you all, that woman just now is a magazine editor who specifically came to interview me, don't talk nonsense!'
These people, why won't they listen to explanations?
'Xiaojiang, you're wrong about that.'
Jia Dequan somehow found a rocking chair, swaying back and forth, he earnestly spouted nonsense,
