When Wang Yue heard Qiao Jingjing say that, he opened his mouth, then suddenly realized he didn't know how to defend himself. Qiao Yingzi had asked him the same question back then. At the time, he really hadn't known Qiao Jingjing yet, so he'd answered with complete confidence. But now he really wanted Qiao Jingjing to be his woman, and he felt a little less sure of himself.
Still, when he remembered that Qiao Jingjing had already agreed to be his woman, he thought she might be happier if he simply admitted it. After all, it would give her something to feel proud of.
So Wang Yue looked at Qiao Jingjing with deep affection and said, his expression serious, "I've been following you since 2012, the year you debuted."
Sure enough, Qiao Jingjing was over the moon when she heard that. But when she thought about Wang Yue's age, she said indignantly, "You're pulling my leg. You were only twelve in 2012, thirteen at most. How could you have liked me? Shouldn't you have liked girls your own age?"
Since Wang Yue had already prepared himself to placate her, how could he leave an opening? He immediately explained, "That's where you're wrong. It seems you don't know men very well."
Qiao Jingjing was a little offended that Wang Yue had actually looked down on her like that. "The entertainment industry is full of all kinds of people. What kind of man haven't I met? How can you say I don't understand them?"
Wang Yue reached out, wanting to give her a playful smack somewhere, but then realized it wasn't the right place. He pulled his hand back and said, somewhat frustrated, "You should know that men are very single-minded, no matter how old they are."
Qiao Jingjing knew she'd said