He Juan's flustered words hung heavily in the air, weighed down by a layer of thick silence. The longer he went without Mu Yuze's answer, the more nervous he became. In the end, he took the initiative to claim his innocence, chuckling dryly. "Just now, it's my… colleague. He has always liked to crack a joke like that. Don't take it seriously, okay? Haha…"
Mu Yuze blinked twice. His gaze betrayed nothing as he said, "There's no need for you to explain…"
More cold sweat poured out of He Juan's pores when he heard that. What did Mu Yuze mean by 'there's no need to explain'? Of course, there was a need – a very dire one at that! If he left the topic just like that, what would Mu Yuze think of him? He already had two horrible labels plastered on his forehead – a pervert and a shameless flirt – he did not want to be called a playboy too! He Juan had not even been involved romantically with anyone, but why was his impression in Mu Yuze's eyes getting worse by each passing second?!
