Sure enough, in the end all the pressure landed on Wang Meng.
Wang Meng stood up and said, "Alright, let's call it a night. I just remembered I promised my wife I'd be home before ten‑thirty. It's already eleven. Let's wrap up."
Yang Xiaolin couldn't help saying, "Wang Meng, you're doing this on purpose, right? Who here doesn't know you're closest with Wen Linyu? You of all people must know what's going on with him. Just tell everyone a bit, it's not like it's anything shameful. Even if Wen Linyu's girlfriend is An Yeqiu's niece, so what? We're just curious, that's all."
Wang Meng shot Yang Xiaolin a look. "You're such a gossip. At the end of the day it's their business. What are we butting in for? They're happy with it, how does it affect us? Ask ask ask, you've got to ask about everything."
After being snapped at by Wang Meng like that, Yang Xiaolin was not very happy.
