An Xiaxia forced a smile. "What are you talking about? How can I possibly know you… right? Hohoho…"
Her chuckle was the only sound in the room and it felt so awkward.
Sheng Yize released her and smiled coldly. "That's right. We can't possibly have known each other."
Somehow, An Xiaxia still felt her heart lurch at his words.
She patted her warm cheeks and straightened her dress. However, she couldn't cover up that tear no matter what she did, and Sheng Yize kept his intense gaze on her the whole time…
Thud —
He threw her a jacket. An Xiaxia was surprised and it took her a moment to cover her legs with it.
"Which newspaper are you from?" Sheng Yize asked with his arms crossed.
An Xiaxia gave him a suspicious look. "How do you know I work for a newspaper?"
She could be working for anything from a magazine or a TV channel to a website. Why did he assume that it was a newspaper right away?
