Jiang Ruolan just silently watched Xian Zihao. With wet hair that had not yet dried and a clean, white bathrobe was tied around his body, casually making him look naturally sleek and noble.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the blue pool in front of her. "President Xian, I was drunk last night and unconscious. I don't know what happened next, but I found myself in that bed when I woke up in the morning. You have to believe me. I had nothing to do with Han Xuegang's plan."
"I know."
"Ah? You know?" Jiang Ruolan looked at him with astonishment. "What do you really mean?"
"Han Xuegang is your boyfriend?" Instead of answering, Xian Zihao suddenly asked her.
No matter how much she hated him, she would still feel pain in her heart. In the end, she took a deep breath and pursed her lips as if nothing had happened. "Before, he was, but after that incident, I had nothing to do with him!"
