Shaochen frowned.

He supported his forehead with his hand. Damn, he couldn’t remember anything!

Last night, he only remembered having dinner with Nangong Zhongli and running into Xiaonuan and the Crown Prince.

Then, he and the Crown Prince were drinking against each other, and in the end, he passed out.

A trace of confusion swept across the handsome man’s face.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly lifted the blanket to check his body.

His expression changed a bit.

"Did we... did we do anything last night..." Shaochen asked Nangong Zhongli uneasily.

Nangong Zhongli’s lips curved: "Shaochen, don’t tell me you don’t want to take responsibility?"

"I..."

"Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything last night."

Shaochen furrowed his brows.

"Zhongli, last night, I really can’t remember anything." Also, he didn’t feel anything now.

If they had done anything, he should have felt something, at least not like now.

Nangong Zhongli’s lips lifted into a bitter smile.

Suddenly, she turned around, reached out, and handed him his clothes from the floor.

"You should go to work."

"Zhongli..." Shaochen hesitated.

Nangong Zhongli said, "I’ve already told you, we didn’t do anything, unless... you want me to say we did something for you to be satisfied?"

Shaochen grasped his coat and clenched his fists.

He put on his clothes and got out of bed.

Nangong Zhongli also got dressed.

She stood up and walked behind him.

Shaochen was facing away from her, tying his tie, as she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

"Shaochen, whether you did something or not, it’s all my own choice."

His body stiffened slightly, and his expression turned a bit unpleasant. The scent from the girl made him instinctively feel some disgust.

But after all, he was still uncertain in his heart.

"Zhongli." He held her hand, let go, and turned around.

"If I really did something to you, don’t worry, I’ll definitely take responsibility." He stared at her steadily. But the premise was, if he really touched her!

Nangong Zhongli looked at him too.

"Shaochen, between us, we really don’t need to talk about this." She reached out and touched his face.

"Darling, go to work."

Shaochen held her hand.

"Tell me, last night..."

"Ring..."

At that moment, his phone rang.

Nangong Zhongli’s eyes flickered slightly.

Shaochen took out his phone from his clothes.

"What’s going on? I got it... I’ll be right there." After hanging up, Nangong Zhongli reached out to straighten his crooked tie: "Go work, we can talk about other things later."

Shaochen clenched his fists.

He didn’t like this ambiguity, but just now the company had called; the shareholders were all gathered. This meeting was important.

And since Nangong Zhongli had already said that, he couldn’t keep pressing on.

He had to force a smile, turn around, and leave.

Nangong Zhongli watched Shaochen’s figure disappear at the door. One hand against the wall, she couldn’t help but retreat a step.

The reason she had worked hard to maintain almost shattered instantly.

In the end, he still didn’t want to believe her words, nor did he want to take responsibility for her.

They really didn’t do anything last night.

She thought that if she tried a little harder, after all, he was a man, he wouldn’t be indifferent.

However, when she approached him and kissed him, hearing him call out Qiqi’s name from his mouth, she completely broke down.