Ye Xingguang said, "Who's messing around with other men? Don't slander me! All I did was tell him that the song I just sang was written for a friend of mine, nothing more. Leave me alone, I don't want to deal with you!"
Fu Zhuo instantly blew up, "You wrote a song for another guy, and you're expecting Ye's temper to remain cool?"
"I wrote it a while back, before I even knew who Ye was. How was I supposed to predict the future and know that writing a song for a friend would upset your precious Ye?"
I see...
Well, that's quite innocent!
Fu Zhuo cleared his throat, "Miss Ye, it's not personal. I just... I hope things between you and Ye go well too. If you ever want to know Ye's schedule, you can ask me directly."
Ye Xingguang was fuming, "Why would I want to know his schedule?"
"Don't all women want to know their men's schedules? To find the best time to call him, I could be your inside man."
"Thanks, but no thanks!"
