Men sometimes are like children, they need to be taught. Twenty-eight-year-old Yu Zexiao, who had never had a girlfriend, was like a blank slate. She wouldn't forcefully demand him to quickly change into the mature and steady type she admired, but she would make an effort, subtly trying to overcome these issues.
Even Yu Zexiao didn't realize that after the fierce argument they had last night, Jian Anning simply passed it off with a "couples quarrel".
Feeling somewhat sweet inside, after all, in front of others, Jian Anning would still give him, her man, face and dignity.
Lu Jiayuan didn't know what to say and was just about to speak when suddenly, a call came through. He looked and saw it was from Vincent, "Hello?"
"JASON, where are you? It's almost time for your scene, hurry up and get makeup!"
"...Got it." Lu Jiayuan hung up the call and looked at Jian Anning again, his eyes revealing a trace of complexity.
