Jiang Yumeng suddenly realized she hadn't put on any clothes yet. With a yelp, she quickly covered her chest, "Ah, President Lan, it's not what you think. There's nothing between Xu Qianli and me; we're not involved at all."
"Standing there bare-skinned with Xu Qianli and covered in bruises, and you still have the face to say it's nothing—who would believe that? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Alright, alright, you're both consenting adults, it's normal. I don't want to meddle; as long as you're having fun, that's good."
"Look at you, you must have had quite the night with Xu Qianli, eh?"
"I used to think you didn't like men at all. Turns out you're into top-notch guys, and after all that choosing, you settled on Xu Qianli. You've got impressive taste, indeed."
"Spill it, when did the two of you start? Have you been seeing each other on the sly?"
