Qin Shihuai felt that speaking like this wasn't clear enough, so he directly called using voice chat.
And once again emphasized, "Jin Chen, it's definitely not mine."
"If it's not yours, whose could it be? She only went to your place; the driver already said that on the way back she didn't even take a single call, didn't go anywhere else, and didn't meet anyone. You must give me an explanation for this."
Huo Jincheng spoke with righteous conviction, even scaring Qin Shihuai a bit.
"That doesn't mean it's mine!" Qin Shihuai was worried it might actually be his problem, so he simply said, "Alright then, let's assume it's mine. So tell me, how should I explain this? What does Little Zhi Liao like then?"
"She likes money," Huo Jincheng said bluntly.
"I can't just give her money directly, can I? Do I need to write her a check?" Qin Shihuai felt his life was tough; what kind of bad luck did he have to know such a troublesome friend.
