Fan Tianyu wasn't foolish either, "You guys haven't already done this, have you?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Fan Tianyu immediately started cursing, "Damn it, you bastards, you've already figured it all out, so why call me up and say this? No, wait, you actually suspect me? We've been classmates for four years, roommates for four years, and my character is still not trustworthy to you? After all these years of brotherhood, do we really lack this little trust? Why did you let me start a business with you in the first place? Blaming me for your own inability to judge people, or blaming me when I haven't been scammed? If you distrust me this much, we don't need to remain in contact anymore."
Fan Tianyu hung up the phone, and found he no longer had an appetite for the food on the table. He took a deep breath, "I, I..."
Fan Tianyu struggled to articulate his thoughts, and Mei Mengzhen simply said, "I understand, I understand, Brother Tianyu, don't be mad."