Song Wei's face had a baffled expression. "What does this have to do with Yan Zhixing?"
Jiang Mingxu's face inched closer to hers. "Isn't he the only one in your heart?"
"Young Master Jiang, you're drunk. You're starting to spout nonsense."
"I am very clear-headed." Jiang Mingxu's voice was hoarse, revealing a suppressed wrath. "You are only putting on an act in front of me because you want to look for him behind my back. Song Wei, there is no need to. You are not that important."
Song Wei pushed Jiang Mingxu away. "If you are talking about that photo, I can only say that I was schemed against. It's up to you to believe it or not!"
Jiang Mingxu staggered once and reached out again to grab Song Wei's chin. Then, his eyes took her in inch by inch as if he was examining some sort of artwork.
"You're right. You're very smart. Whatever you do, you can always find an excuse to defend yourself."
