Fu Yanye leaned back irritably to meet her gaze.
Zhuo Jian stood straight and solemnly said, "Actually, there's no need for anyone to know about our marriage."
With a cold laugh, Fu Yanye asked lightly, "Is that so? But everyone already knows."
"I've seen many people like this. When discovered, they just issue a public relations statement to clarify things. Nowadays, netizens live within their own perceptions of truth and falsehood anyway."
"I've said before, I don't lie."
Seeing her propose so seriously, Fu Yanye felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart and rejected her with a scoff.
"Then, do you mind if I make that clarification?"
Zhuo Jian looked down for two seconds and then raised her clear, bright eyes to him, asking.
"Whatever!"
Fu Yanye opened his laptop again, not wanting to look at her anymore.
"Then I'll go make a phone call."
Hearing him say whatever, Zhuo Jian felt a surge of joy and turned to leave.
"Stop right there!"
"..."
