"Brother Jiang, how could you not recognize me? You must be lying to me." Wei Qing refused to believe that Jiang Jingming didn't know her.
Jiang Jingming frowned tightly, clearly already impatient.
"Do you think I have any reason to lie? I don't know you and hope you don't behave in ways that cause misunderstandings."
Wei Qing's face suddenly turned pale, looking at Jiang Jingming with an injured expression.
At this moment, Wei Jin also said, "Xiao Qing, can you give up now?"
Wei Qing screamed, "I don't believe it! You're all lying to me! Was it you? You! You made Brother Jiang lie to me, right?"
Wei Qing pointed at Sang Yu.
Jiang Jingming's face darkened upon hearing her accuse Sang Yu, about to speak, but Sang Yu stopped him.
Having lived for so many years, Sang Yu deeply learned that some people cannot be spoiled.
Otherwise, they'll get addicted to it.
"Me? I made him lie to you? Why don't you tell me why I'd have him lie to you." Sang Yu snorted.
