Yang Xiao lifted his teacup and proactively clinked it with Chang Chuchu, smiling as he said, "That's only natural; the two of us both owe Miss Jiang a debt of gratitude."
Yang Xiao emphasized the words "Miss Jiang" quite heavily. Although he owed Jiang Qingluan a favor, he most definitely did not owe one to her Chang Chuchu.
"Yang, how can you say such things to me?" Chang Chuchu looked at him, her eyes as soft as rippling water, suddenly adopting a demeanor of dependence and vulnerability.
This abrupt contrast caught Fang Zhou seated across them off guard, but it was completely ineffective against Yang Xiao. He resolutely redirected the focus onto Fang Zhou. "Miss Chang, you are beautiful, but I am not the only man here."
As Chang Chuchu turned her head, the targeted Fang Zhou promptly picked up his teacup and buried his head in his drink, adopting an attitude of disinterest.
