On the contrary, Lu Jiayuan, upon hearing Yu Zexiao's words and noticing—Jian Anning's nose was covered with a band-aid, furrowed his brows slightly.
A band-aid on the nose? That's unusual. Looking from the side, there were no signs of swelling or injury on her nose.
That was strange. A band-aid implied there was a cut, but the area around her nose wasn't swollen.
Unless...
Lu Jiayuan's eyes narrowed as he remembered how Yu Zexiao had pulled her behind him; could it be that the mark was...
He could hardly believe it! His eyes immediately followed her.
Seeing Jian Anning's displeasure and Yu Zexiao's smug posture. Neither of them looked guilty of doing anything indecently intimate.
Lu Jiayuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought so, Yu Zexiao was so aloof, his eyes set on high. Surely, he wouldn't lay a finger on Jian Anning...
