Jiang Baizhou smiled, his eyebrows playfully raised, and his broad hand gently brushed her flowing hair, looking at her with full affection: "Hmm, I won't deny it, but... it seems someone else has received no less love letters than I have!"
Cen Jin was speechless, suddenly caught off guard by him, she rolled her eyes at him and pushed him lightly in annoyance: "Don't divert the topic to me! We're talking about all your messy admirers, okay?"
"Am I wrong?"
Once again, Cen Jin was left speechless, she took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Let's end this topic here. Anyway, you'll handle Zhu Qinghan on your own! Move aside, I'm going to take a shower, it's late, and I have to get up early for the studio tomorrow!"
