Jian Anning almost didn't stay on her feet and fell into the toilet as she stiffened her neck in rebuttal, "That was an accident! An accident, okay? I have zero interest in the men from the entertainment industry. Even if he's incredibly handsome, I wouldn't like him."
Zhao Ziyin widened her big eyes, scanning Jian Anning up and down as if she was performing a CT scan. After a long look, she shook her head, said nothing, her expression clearly conveying a "I don't believe you" message.
Jian Anning held her forehead, wondering how she could have such a troublesome friend?
"Enough about me, what about you?" Jian Anning deftly changed the subject, looking at her friend.
