After a long silence, Yu Zexiao seemed to remember something, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly asked, "He, he's not really your ex-boyfriend?"
"No," Jian Anning shook her head, her expression particularly open. How could he be her ex-boyfriend? Their relationship was never clearly defined— at most, they were only good friends!
"Really not?" Yu Zexiao was somewhat incredulous, recalling what he had witnessed just now in Lu Jiayuan's dressing room, the way he looked at Jian Anning. That was definitely not hatred but rather... a more complex emotion, such as remorse and admiration.
"Absolutely not! I swear to God!" Jian Anning immediately sat up straight.
Yu Zexiao's tightly furrowed brows finally began to relax bit by bit. Jian Anning breathed a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed her tense shoulders. Just as she was about to persuade him to join the recording, Yu Zexiao suddenly said something in a low voice.
"He's not your first man, is he?"
