"Weren't you saying you had no intention of getting involved? So why, once everyone had left, are you eagerly asking about it?"
Hua Xiaomai lifted her eyelids slightly and took another look at Meng Yuhuai.
The man's gaze was deep, faintly containing a hint of inquiry. If one wasn't paying attention, it would be very easy to miss.
In the whole affair, Hua Xiaomai had considered herself to have done nothing dishonorable, so after thinking it over for a moment, she began to say, "Actually..."
But she only managed to get out these two words when one of the men sitting at the table eating noodles, about thirty years old, waved Meng Yuhuai over with a hearty laugh, "Meng little brother, come here. We saw everything with our own eyes that day and know it best. We'll tell you all about it in detail, while Miss Xiaomai still needs to attend to her business!"
