Looking at the magazine Chi Zaozao had thrown in front of him, staring at the picture on the cover, Ye Que chose silence in that moment.
Yes, the person in the photo was him.
But he felt helpless, why did the media in the United States insist on writing it like this, was there any point?
He lifted his eyes, fixing his gaze on the young girl in front of him, his expression somewhat dark.
He didn't speak.
Because in his worldview, he simply didn't understand what an explanation was.
Chi Zaozao, seeing his indifferent demeanor, felt even more infuriated and glared at him as she asked, "Aren't you going to explain? How did you come to be someone else's boyfriend? Was the week you were away on business spent with this American girl?"
He pursed his lips, still saying nothing.
Chi Zaozao grew even more frantic, grabbing the magazine and striking him with it, "Ye Que, explain! I'm giving you a chance to explain, why won't you talk, or is what's written in the magazine the truth?"
