Shen Jingchuan frowned. Couldn't he be allowed even the slightest bit of temper, like blocking someone?
With a hint of impatience, he poked the sand on the ground and said in a choked voice,
"Hurry up, what exactly do you want to tell me? If you delay any longer, the production team will notice we've muted our mics."
Wenyan was indeed worried about this and hurriedly said,
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that night at home when you asked me for a loan."
"Hmm!"
At the mention of money, Shen Jingchuan's face darkened in an instant. It wasn't because Wenyan hadn't lent him the money, but because he was seriously strapped for cash! Poor as hell!
Just thinking about it made him irritated!
"Um..." [His face turned sour. Can we still continue the conversation? If I tell him I've lost my memory, won't he kick me away?]
Shen Jingchuan: "......" He might have a bad temper, but did he really seem like someone who would lash out violently at any moment?
"Keep talking."