"I knew it was you!"
"Hey hey hey, you can mess with food, but you can't talk nonsense. Don't make unfounded accusations," Song Wenhai said with unconcern.
"I don't want to talk to you. If you have something to say, say it. If you have to fart, just do it."
"I don't really have anything," Song Wenhai continued:
"It's just that money's been a bit tight recently, and I was thinking of borrowing some from you."
"I've already said no!"
"Whether you have money or not is your business, not mine," Song Wenhai shamelessly said:
"Anyway, you should realize that your car is a BMW 7 series. Just a little repair could cost more than twenty thousand yuan."
"Are you done yet!" Wang Ying said coldly:
"I've already given you quite a lot. Can't you just leave me alone!"
"They always say 'For days' love, one hundred days of grace.' No matter what, there were feelings once, why are you being so calculative with me?" smiled Song Wenlong:
