Song Shi'an's premonition was extremely accurate.
The moment they walked into the restaurant, Lu Tingting spoke up, "Brother, you can't treat Churan like this."
"Miss Lu, are you under some kind of misunderstanding?" Song Shi'an took the initiative to speak.
Lu Tingting furrowed her brows slightly, "What misunderstanding? Churan was simply scared at night and came to ask my brother for help, yet my brother actually did that kind of thing to Churan!"
Right, spreading rumors relied entirely on a single mouth.
"What did I do?" Lu Mingyu asked, lifting his gaze to look at Jiang Churan.
His pitch-black eyes were filled with coldness.
Jiang Churan shrank back slightly, lowering her head to bite her lip, "Mingyu, rest assured, everyone is an adult; I won't make you take responsibility."
Song Shi'an: "..."
He knew Jiang Churan definitely harbored intentions when she crawled into bed last night, but he hadn't expected her to be this thick-skinned—even after being rejected, she still dared to spread rumors.
"President Lu does indeed need to take responsibility," Song Shi'an said with a smile.
Jiang Churan froze for a fraction of a second, presumably not expecting Song Shi'an to help her speak.
Immediately afterward, Song Shi'an continued, "When Miss Jiang entered the room in disarray with the deliberate intention of seducing him, President Lu shouldn't have resisted. He should have stripped naked and catered to her, otherwise it would be far too unfair to you, Miss Jiang."
"President Lu shouldn't have called security to throw Miss Jiang out either; he should have knelt and kowtowed to you three times, and dispatched an eight-bearer sedan chair to send you out in style."
Jiang Churan's face instantly flushed bright red. She stared at Song Shi'an with her mouth open, unable to utter a single complete sentence for a