Zhao Wenzong’s face turned pale, undoubtedly this interrogation had exposed his hypocrisy.

Tao Zhijie’s gaze turned cold as he followed Cao Yong, because the person in front of them was indeed a bastard: "She stepped into the mire for you, yet you continue to hide things from her that could harm her, what do you want? Are you worthy of her?"

Zhao Wenzong’s nose soured as if he were about to cry, continuing to defend himself: "I didn’t intend to harm her. Hu Hao said we couldn’t tell her, that if we told her, she might inform Little Sister Luo’s family ahead of time, making them wary. But Hu Hao wants to take the child away."

"In your heart, is Hu Hao more important than her?"

"No. If Hu Hao and she were in each other’s positions, I would do the same for her." Zhao Wenzong said. He just thought Little Sister Luo’s importance should be ranked behind classmates and chose to keep Hu Hao’s secret.

"We get it, you don’t trust her."

"No, no." Zhao Wenzong sighed anxiously, "You’ve known Yingying for a while, you should know that’s how she is, she only does what’s right."

"Do you dare to say you’re not a bastard? Knowing who’s wrong and you help that wrong person?!"

This man is indeed driving the two of them mad.

Zhao Wenzong desperately grabbed his head, not everyone can sever all moral ties and act righteously. He tried hard to balance right and wrong for his people.

"You’re unworthy of being her friend. Stay as far away from her as possible in the future." Cao Yong spoke to him with an ironclad tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenzong got scared and asked, trembling, "Will you tell her these things? I beg you not to tell her."

"Are you afraid of losing her?"

Yes, he had never thought of nor wished to lose Xie Wanying, this friend.

"If you cherished your friendship with her from the start, would you have done these things? You never treated her as a friend. What she does doesn’t fit your ideas. That’s why you don’t trust her."

"No, I was wrong." Zhao Wenzong trembled all over, tears instantly falling.

Only loss can awaken a person and bring about deep remorse. Now he’s truly afraid of the consequences of losing her, admitting he can’t bear such an outcome.

Zhao Wenzong said repeatedly: "I will tell her myself. You don’t have to tell her. From now on, I’ll put her affairs first in my heart. I swear!"

The other two looked at him with cold eyes.

"I will tell her right away, tell her everything I know."

"Including whose medical records you previously showed her?"

Zhao Wenzong shivered violently, his opponent was still keeping this matter in mind.

"Are you not going to say it?" Cao Yong delivered the final ultimatum.

"I will say it, I will." Zhao Wenzong wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

Tao Zhijie, who was close by, waved a hand to tap this man’s head: "You better keep your head clear. We’ll be here listening as you tell her everything."

Why cry? A grown man crying in front of two other men? If not a patient crying before two surgeons with scalpels? Having been hit by this Buddha-like slap, Zhao Wenzong’s head suddenly cleared, stopping his tears.

Tao Zhijie walked to the desk, speaking about his purpose for coming: "I spoke with Fu Xinheng on the phone, he mentioned Zhang Huayao seemed strange. Also, Yingying might not have had dinner after going out. Call her first to check her current situation."