"You're saying you lent my wife that phone?" Jiang Yan saw this old incident suddenly brought up, puzzled.
"I said I'd pay you, didn't I? You said there was no need!" Gao Dashuai, considered the indirect person responsible for the accident, got even more anxious when this issue resurfaced, loudly protesting.
"Even if you paid me, it wouldn't have been any use," Mo Wenyang snapped his notebook shut, annoyed and smacking his forehead with his palm.
"You've got to make it clear what happened," Jiang Yan stopped his self-destructive behavior, saying.
"Yeah, if you say nothing, people might think we did something to you," Gao Dashuai, who was worried people would mistakenly think he was guilty of something, put on the air of a wronged little girl.
Mo Wenyang, furious, gave him a glare, and even Chen Xiaoyi and Shitou, who had been silently listening on the side, couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"So speak up!" Several people, like bulldozers, pressed Mo Wenyang from both sides.