Smells Like Trickery

Yan Zhiqing's face darkened.

"We are not!" Yan Zhiqing had a very gloomy expression as she tried to explain herself.

However, Fang Qiaohan nodded in a very casual and perfunctory manner.

"Okay." Fang Qiaohan nodded and said, "But whether you did anything or not, people didn't see that, right? Even if the paparazzi followed you and took photos of you, they would only be able to capture photos of you coming out of Wei Wucai's room or of Wei Wucai coming out of your room.

"They won't care what you were doing inside the room. Even if you were just playing Monopoly in there, they would still think otherwise.

"Anyway, just prepare yourself. If photos of you were taken, just admit it. Don't even try to clear things up."

Fang Qiaohan seemed to be saying that since Yan Zhiqing and Wei Wucai had been so friendly with each other, why should they even bother to clear things up?

They would eventually be together anyway.