“It’s all your fault!” The next morning, Qiao Xueying could scarcely contain her embarrassment and anger. She pummeled Zu An in the chest continuously.

Zu An had a strange look on his face. “There was a screen between us. He couldn’t see anything.”

“But I feel weird!” Qiao Xueying spun around. She felt really uncomfortable. If it had been First Miss Chu, things might have been different, but this was the heir of the Chu clan!

If not for her friendship with Chu Chuyan, she might have just silenced him forever.

Zu An moved his hand through her elaborately-braided hair. “You knocked him out, right? Besides, even if he saw anything, he would have seen me. I was the one closer to him.”

Qiao Xueying pulled her braid out of his hands. “Right, what was that ‘steering wheel’ you mentioned last night?” she asked, a strange look on her face.

Zu An coughed noisily, almost choking on his own spit. “Nothing! Haha…”

“It’s definitely not good.” Qiao Xueying’s...