Su Jian couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, her eyes chilly and icy as she looked at him, "Zhao Zimang and I really have nothing between us. Besides, how could your people be so well-informed about my studio? Is their job just to keep an eye on me for you? Do you even believe what you're saying?"
Zhou Lu frowned slightly, his tone slightly impatient, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"You know very well what I'm trying to say," she said.
Zhou Lu smelled the strong scent of alcohol on her and couldn't help but sneer, "It seems you're quite drunk."
After speaking, he got up and walked past her, heading upstairs.
It was late, and he had no energy to argue with her anymore.
Su Jian's face was tense as she stood there, motionless for a long time, her thoughts unclear.
After a while, Su Jian went upstairs to get her laptop, intending to leave the villa and return to her rented house.