"Honey, don't joke around, alright? There's no Angel or Mu Qingxue. The scent on me isn't from them."
"Not from them? So is there someone else? Lu Tianxing, you've become quite capable, haven't you? I really couldn't tell."
Bai Zhiqing's gaze landed on Lu Tianxing, exuding a daunting presence, her eyes like lightning, putting immense pressure on him.
Lin Qianru didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on Lu Tianxing, waiting for his response, a hint of resentment on her face.
Seeing this, Lu Tianxing felt a cold sweat, forced a smile, and said, "Honey, don't overthink this, will you? There's no one else. I just ran into a friend's daughter while I was in Beijing today, you know, the girl you caught me talking to last time. I saved her once before, and today I ran into her in Beijing, so I just spent some time with her."
Bai Zhiqing recalled the time she accidentally saw Lu Tianxing chatting with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
