Xu Qinghuan said, "It would harm your reputation too, wouldn't it?"
Having shed his cold demeanor, Jiang Xingye was like a bumbling youth, his face flushed red. When his hand relaxed, the bicycle nearly fell to the ground. He quickly steadied it, only for the pedal to harshly strike his calf.
Not even a frown crossed his face, "I don't mind!"
Xu Qinghuan feigned anger, "How can you not mind? Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation?"
She was purely teasing him, yet Jiang Xingye was so nervous that cold sweat appeared.
He looked at Xu Qinghuan cautiously, his throat tight and voice hoarse, "My reputation has always been bad. You can ask around the production team, they'll tell you."
Immediately, he felt he'd said the wrong thing, "No, I didn't mean for you to ask about me. I meant that over time, you'd find out."
If she deliberately went to inquire about him and it was overheard, it could damage her reputation.
