Mu Yan hung up the phone, feeling extremely depressed.
She looked at Jiang Jingheng and complained, "Isn't this one of those times when you're just sitting at home and a pot falls from the sky onto your head?"
"No one would dare to make you take the blame." Jiang Jingheng squeezed her cheek, "It's too heavy, I'm afraid it'll weigh you down."
Mu Yan saw he was still in the mood for jokes and pouted, "Why aren't you angry when you see rumors about me with others?"
If she saw rumors about him with others, she would definitely be upset.
"Who says I'm not angry?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow.
He just wouldn't get mad at her, meanwhile, he also had to cheer her up.
Mu Yan felt that the way he looked now didn't seem angry at all, so she didn't want to deal with him. She threw down her phone and went to wash up.
As soon as she left, Jiang Jingheng's expression immediately darkened.
