Yu Xia stuffed both hands in her coat pockets, casually saying, "Hmm, Song Xi."
"Yu Xia, if you're not in a hurry to leave, could we talk?"
"I'd rather not," she rudely declined, "you're in a spot right now—spending a little too much time with a female celebrity and chatting isn't a small matter. Cameras are everywhere aimed at you."
Song Xi was unfazed, continuing to speak as he pleased, "Spreading rumors doesn't matter; it's not true anyway. You should be experienced with these fake rumors, right? The only probable consequence is, he'd be provoked into doing something foolish?"
She finally gave him a once-over.
"Don't you think you're a bit inexplicable? We're not that familiar, are we? What exactly are you trying to express by saying these things in front of me?"
