Sheng Zhaozhong shook his head: "No, no."
Jinxia looked at him with a face full of confusion, even Sheng Yan had a hint of doubt in his eyes; this explanation seemed more like a cover-up.
Seeing their expressions, Sheng Zhaozhong knew they had all misunderstood, and explained once more: "No, I'm not his fan, nor did I sneak into the Imperial Army.
Sheng Yan is quite famous, so I occasionally search the news and come across stories about him. And there are many in his Imperial Army, you can see his fans in the comments under almost every news piece, and... seeing so much, I got to know a bit of information too."
"Oh—" Jinxia prolonged her tone, saying meaningfully: "So it's because you see a lot, you know a lot."
Sheng Zhaozhong: "..." He felt as though he had inadvertently revealed something.
Sheng Yan's lips curved into a faint smile. He reached out and tapped her forehead lightly, "Naughty."
