Xu Jiayang’s face was twisted with frustration, and upon closer inspection, one could see that the tips of his ears were slightly red.
"It’s just a bit of broken skin near the mouth, what’s with all the fuss, do you really need to overreact ?"
"How can I not? My face is the poster boy for the company, I single-handedly uphold the entire company’s aesthetic value, and now it’s ruined. Tell me, is that not worth fussing over?"
Xu Jiayang couldn’t help but retort, "The company has plenty of male artists." There was no need for him to raise the bar for looks.
Besides, Hongtu’s true icon of looks is Xia Weibao, alright? Whether in men’s or women’s attire, she’s a knockout!
But Leng Yan did have a really handsome face, definitely no less than those male celebrities in the entertainment industry.
Saying he upholds Hongtu’s aesthetic value...that could pass muster...
Xu Jiayang felt a bit dumbfounded; why was he even thinking about this?
"Alright, enough talking. Don’t look for me if there’s nothing important, and also, the entertainment circle’s beauty ranking is in its final voting phase. Keep a close eye on it with Xia Shi. We can’t afford to lose the top spot for the most beautiful person this time!"
After saying that, Xu Jiayang ended the call.
Knowing that he wasn’t overwhelmed with grief looking to commit suicide, Leng Yan didn’t bother with him anymore.
He leaned close to the mirror, studying the corner of his mouth.
Disfigured, disfigured, the sky is falling!
However, it was strange, how could the injury be on the corner of the mouth?
He couldn’t bite himself there, so it definitely wasn’t self-inflicted.
Could it be that he was forcibly kissed?
My innocence, ahhhhhhhh!
He wanted to call Xu Jiayang again and ask if something had happened last night after he got drunk.
But remembering that he said he wanted some quiet, he didn’t disturb him; consider it a dog bite!
To avoid others suspecting, he specifically wore a mask when he returned to the office.
When he got into the elevator, he coincidentally met Xia Weibao, who was also wearing a mask.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with suspicion seeing the other dressed similarly.
"Boss, why are you wearing a mask to work?"
Xia Weibao was genuinely curious.
Leng Yan felt somewhat guilty and reflexively covered his own mouth.
Then he realized that this action screamed guilt, so he calmly lowered his hand, maintaining a composed expression.
"It’s nothing, just caught a cold from the wind last night."
Her Majesty the Empress didn’t believe a word.
Suddenly hitting on an idea, her eyes sparkled as she excitedly lunged forward, "Boss, could it be that you and Xu Jiayang were too intense last night and you bit your mouth?"
That gleaming gaze blatantly spelled out the word ’gossip.’
Leng Yan felt even guiltier and shoved Xia Weibao away with a foot, "Get lost, will you? How can your mind be so dirty? Xu Jiayang is a man; no matter how beastly I get, I would never kiss a man, alright? I told you it’s a cold, a cold, you get it? What a moron."
Xia Weibao, unfairly labeled as a moron, was speechless...
All I did was ask a simple question, why such an overreaction?
There must be a demon behind abnormal occurrences!
Leng Yan, feeling uneasy under her x-ray beam of a gaze, glared at her, signaling her to tone it down; after all, he was her boss, there should be some respect.
Although he was clueless about how his mouth got injured, it surely wasn’t Xu Jiayang’s doing.
Both of them were men, and no matter how desperate he was, he wouldn’t throw himself at another man!
Leng Yan shook his head; had this world been conquered by fujoshi? It was just too impure.
"And you’re one to talk. Why don’t you explain why you’re wearing a mask? Could it be that your husband bit your lip?"
"Yes, I got too excited drinking last night, I wasn’t careful, and my lip got bitten."