"Sure, I'll handle it." Sang Siyang whispered, his large hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
He knew nothing had happened between Nianzhi and those male models, otherwise, they wouldn't be squatting in the corner. But the fact that Nianzhi showed no intention of explaining the situation made him feel slightly dejected.
They had been together for five years, and it seemed that Nianzhi had no feelings for him at all.
"Okay." Fang Nianzhi finally felt relieved. As long as it won't reach grandfather's ears, it should be fine.
"Nianzhi, I know you and those male models had nothing going on, but aren't you afraid I might misunderstand?" Sang Siyang asked tentatively.
His hands, hanging by his sides, couldn't help but tightly clench into fists. This question was also a way to find out what kind of emotions Fang Nianzhi had for him.
