"Who's denying it? It's clear the equipment was the problem,"
Du Xiaoqin stood firm, neck stubbornly outstretched, looking utterly convinced of her stance.
Zhang Chunmei was just as haughty, scoffing arrogantly, "Thinking a pill could heal such a wound, it's utterly a fantasy."
Neither of them gave Ye Fei the opportunity to speak.
Immediately, Du Xiaoqin followed with a cunning defense, "Exactly, I think the wound was already healing, it's just the equipment that malfunctioned. Otherwise, how could it not have healed inside when the wound had already crusted over?"
Seeing the two sides argue, Ji Yiran slightly furrowed her brows.
She hurriedly looked at Tang Wanyu, anxiously trying to persuade her, "Wanyu, convince your friend not to stoop to their level."
Tang Wanyu was still angry inside.
She had never seen people as shameless as Zhang Chunmei and Du Xiaoqin.
They clearly lost, but not admitting it was one thing.
