Jing Yiren slammed the table in anger: "He didn't want to take responsibility for you, so he just tried to pay you off?"
"No, that's not it!" Shang Haohao quickly shook her head. Yue Feng liked Jing Yiren so much—if he knew Jing Yiren misunderstood him, he'd definitely lose his mind.
At this moment, Shang Haohao's first thought was still about Yue Feng. Even though Shang Haohao was the one who suffered the most.
"..." Jing Yiren awaited Shang Haohao's reply.
"I drank too much last night, I don't know why Yue Feng ended up in the same room as me. I thought it was just a dream, but when I woke up I realized we… we…"
"Didn't you say it was a friend who booked the room for you? If he didn't have any ulterior motives, how would he have ended up in your room? Think carefully about whose fault this really is, will you?"
"..."
"Are you stupid? Taking everything on yourself like this. Yue Feng treated you this way, and you're still protecting him."
