Mu Qiu heard this, bit her lip, and asked, "I'm not bothered by you standing with the female guest, but you seem familiar and chatty with them, which makes me a bit uncomfortable."
"Not familiar," Cheng Zhirang comfortingly stroked her hair and said softly, "Many 'familiarities' in the entertainment circle are just an act. I was just politely answering a question."
Indeed, how could a gentleman unnecessarily put a lady in an awkward situation? He certainly had to respond if someone spoke to him.
It's a matter of courtesy, and it's exactly this aspect of him that she likes.
Mu Qiu wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and murmured, "That's good... don't stand too close to her later."
Cheng Zhirang chuckled, "Alright, I won't stand too close to her. But if there are team tasks, interaction will be unavoidable, will you mind?"
"I mind."
Cheng Zhirang: "So, do you want to go public now?"
Mu Qiu rubbed her forehead against his chest and shook her head.
