With a "Sorry" at the start and an "Oh~" at the end, Wen Qiao vividly embodied the phrase "artfully two-faced."
The moment she sent the message, her phone started vibrating.
Seeing Huo Mutian's name on the caller ID, Wen Qiao instinctively glanced to her side, then boldly answered the call and put it on speakerphone.
"What's going on, little beauty? How did you end up so embarrassed at the awards ceremony?" Huo Mutian's lazy voice came through the speaker, "Where's Jinghen? Isn't he with you?"
"Of course he is." Wen Qiao glanced again at Jinghen, speaking to him through the phone: "He's been with me the whole time, never leaving my side."
"Yeah, right. If he'd been with you, would you have gotten harassed? I even had to take you off the trending search." Huo Mutian snorted sarcastically, "That ex-fiancé slash current boyfriend of yours is utterly incompetent; you might as well switch to my embrace."
Fu Jinghen's eyes narrowed.
So it was he who removed the trending search.
