Wait!
Su Weifeng suddenly snapped back to reality. Why was he feeling uneasy in front of Lin Xuanxuan? Qiao Yushan wasn't even his real girlfriend, just a fake little aunt; why the need to feel nervous?
"Look here, Xuanxuan," he admitted, "I did have a girl I secretly liked back in high school, but that's all in the past. It's totally impossible now, at most I just reminisce about the foolishness of my youth."
"You're kidding, right? Do you think I don't know? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm going to be a director; I always study scripts. How could I not understand that the innocent love of youth is something many people can't forget?"
Su Weifeng chuckled, "Right, right, the great artist. Do you want me to provide you with more material to enrich your collection on such innocent love?"
Feeling Su Weifeng's composure, Lin Xuanxuan asked with a hint of suspicion, "There's really nothing going on between you two?"
