Upon hearing Sun Zhe talk about Yao Rao that way, Han Xinyue was noticeably displeased and snapped, "Who are you calling a poker-face? If you can't talk properly, then shut your mouth!"
Sun Zhe shrugged. Knowing he needed Han Xinyue's help with something, he had to back down. "Okay, okay, my bad."
Han Xinyue's tone softened a bit. "How about this? When you get back to Yang City, I'll find some time to meet you alone."
"It's a deal."
After ending his call with Han Xinyue, Sun Zhe had just stepped out of the bathroom when Ye Qiao approached and shoved a mask into his hand.
"Why are you giving me a mask?"
Ye Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Duh. Do you want to be recognized when we go out?"
Sun Zhe shrugged. "I don't really care."
Ye Qiao stomped her foot in frustration. "But I still have a reputation to protect!"
"Then why don't you just wear a mask and sunglasses to cover your face?"
