"Why are you so nervous?" the Secretary took a step forward.
Cheng Hao hurried to catch up with her, "You really shouldn't believe that woman's words. She wants to be with Mr. Nan now and is worried we'll help Junior Qin, so she's always talking nonsense. If you believe her, you'll fall into her trap. I'm telling you..."
"Telling me what?" the Secretary suddenly stopped and looked at Cheng Hao, raising an eyebrow. She didn't seem angry or bothered at all; in fact, there was a hint of playfulness.
Cheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pinch the Secretary's cheek, "You're messing with me, pretending to be mad?"
"I didn't fool you. I never said I was mad," the Secretary slapped away his hand. "You're just feeling guilty."
"Guilty about what?"
The Secretary continued to walk ahead, and Cheng Hao continued to follow her and ask.
"Then why are you explaining so much?" the Secretary asked with a smiling squint.
