"You're talking nonsense! I am not guilty at all!"
Wang Mingming stood up, mindful of the colleagues around him, and retorted in a lowered voice.
He Qing held her forehead, truly at a loss for words.
After a while, she said quietly, "Fine, if you're not feeling guilty, and you trust that Chen Ru is a good person, let's meet tonight. I'll ask her a few questions, that should be okay, right?"
She tapped on the table, "Now, we've both paid our deposits, so please write us a receipt, okay?"
Wang Mingming looked at her, hesitated for a long time, but finally sat down again.
He Qing sighed deeply. Seeing his distracted look, she emphasized once more, "I don't want your house, and I don't want to do anything to you guys. With endless daily issues, who has time to bother with you? I just want to ask a few questions. After you get off work tonight, let's have dinner together."
