Yan Heming
The door to the private bar lounge was pushed open from the outside, and the sight that greeted 你 caused a momentary freeze.
Xue Yanrui and Xu An'an were practically lips to lips, while the people sitting beside them clapped and cheered.
Startled by the sight of you, Xue Yanrui shoved Xu An'an away in a panic, desperate to explain himself. "It's not what it looks like! We were just playing a game. I lost, so I had to—"
Standing to the side, Yan Heming stepped in to smooth things over for Xue Yanrui, looking even more flustered and anxious than Xue Yanrui himself.
"He really just lost a game! There are so many pretty girls here, he didn't pick Xu An'an on purpose. They're just the closest, and he always takes such good care of her... Wait, no, I'm not saying they're intimately close! I mean, picking Xu An'an was a well-thought-out choice—"Please log in to continue the conversation.