Mu Yan didn't hide her Weibo post from Jiang Jingheng; he saw every word clearly.
Seeing her post it, he suddenly smiled and said, "Am I yours?"
Mu Yan turned her head and glared at him, "Aren't you?"
"Of course I am, couldn't be happier," Jiang Jingheng chuckled softly.
Mu Yan huffed angrily, "You're not allowed to look at other women, not even for a second, and you can't talk to other women."
No one knows better than her how charming this man is.
The more she made appointments, the more uneasy she felt, leading her to become petty.
Jiang Jingheng answered smoothly, "Mmm, only look at Mrs. Jiang, only talk to Mrs. Jiang."
Mu Yan, amused by him, suddenly thought of the dinner after last year's Venice Film Festival and softly said, "I'm sorry."
Actually, thinking back now, when she hid her identity, wasn't it a kind of harm to him too? This man cares so much about status.
"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng looked at her, puzzled.
