While asking, Lai Jiayi looked at Zhao Yang with the utmost innocent face she could make. Her face made people won't be able to find fault with her.
"...yes. She is." Zhao Yang turned his head around and lowered his eyes. "She's my lover."
The word 'lover' somehow agitated Lai Jiayi's heart. The girl slightly furrowed, but she quickly controlled her face.
"Ah, s-so the rumor about b-boss…" Lai Jiayi paused. "Mm...t-that rumor…"
"The rumor about me foolishly still loved a dead person for over ten years?" Zhao Yang put both of his palms on his thigh while staying in a kneeling position.
"Yes, that's true, " he added. A bitter smile flashed through his face, but it only lasted for a few seconds.
Lai Jiayi blinked softly and lowered her head. "That's not foolish…" she murmured in a small voice but loud enough to be heard by Zhao Yang.
