The sleepiness in Cen Xi suddenly disappeared.
"What's wrong?" He looked at her.
"You held another woman." Her tone was decisive.
Qiao Yanze was stunned at first, then he gave a low laugh, biting the tip of her delicate nose. "Were you born in the year of the dog? You have such a sensitive nose."
Cen Xi looked at the man who was calm and furrowed her eyebrows slightly. Either he was an experienced playboy or he had a clear conscience.
She naturally leaned towards the second reasoning.
"You really held another woman?"
"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Yanze took off his shirt and sat at the head of the bed with his upper body bare, holding Cen Xi in his arms. "I met Qing Yan in the bar."
Qiao Yanze sympathized with what Qing Yan had encountered. He did not want to hide it from Cen Xi and told her what had happened. "She was forced to be a hostess by her manager. I couldn't stand by and do nothing, so I pulled her out of the bar."