Jiang Jingheng looked at Mu Yan's serious expression, knowing that if he didn't answer properly, there would be trouble tonight.
He sat beside her, gently stroking her cheek, and sighed, "If I said I didn't mind, you definitely wouldn't believe me, but compared to dismissing, I feel more sorry for you. If there's anyone to blame, it's me for not being there sooner to protect you."
Mu Yan pursed her lips. If he claimed he didn't mind, she indeed wouldn't believe it; she knew well how jealous he could get.
She decided she should tell him everything that happened.
