He Jingyao noticed her gaze and couldn't help but smile: "What's wrong?"
"Jingyao, if you ever encounter something, please don't keep it from me." Zhixi said seriously.
Given this man's countless past offenses, she felt she should be more cautious.
He Jingyao pinched her cheek and chuckled: "I'm obviously fine. What are you thinking about?"
"That's best... just don't lie to me." Zhixi looked at him earnestly.
He Jingyao's eyes darkened slightly, the depths of his pitch-black eyes seemed unfathomable.
He curved his lips and solemnly promised: "Hmm, there's really nothing. Trust me."
Only then did Zhixi relax, nodding gently.
The TV was broadcasting a poll showing the public support rates of the two candidates.
Zhixi glanced at it and suddenly laughed: "Ning Ruixin is about to catch up with Zhuo Yuwei! At this rate, she might really become the first female president!"
He Jingyao glanced at it, his gaze cold: "Not enough."
"Hmm?" Zhixi looked at him inquisitively.
