"Mr. Shen is very considerate," Lin Xingyi summarized for her.
Ning Ruixin smiled and nodded, "Yes."
…
After the show was done, the two returned backstage.
Ning Ruixin let out a long sigh and fanned herself with her hand.
"What's going on? Why didn't the host stick to the outline?" She almost couldn't hold it together.
Shen Qiao'an handed her a bottle of water and said casually, "The question was within reasonable limits, not really off-topic."
Ning Ruixin took the water, unable to hold back, "You actually managed to make up that kind of story! Making it up would have been fine, but you said it like it was real."
At that moment, even she almost believed the guy with the charming face.
Shen Qiao'an raised his eyes slightly, his light-colored eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion.
"You think I made it up?" He smirked ambiguously.
"Oh, oh, did something like that really happen?" Ning Ruixin was curious, "Whose story did you place on me?"
