Three days later, He Yuan ran into Yang Zhi right outside his room. His eyes narrowed.
"Ah, Xue'er. What a coincidence." Yang Zhi said with a warm smile.
'...' He Yuan scrutinized the man with a blank expression. What coincidence? The other rooms in the hallway were uninhabited and at the end of the hallway was a dead end so Yang Zhi could not claim that he was just taking a shortcut. What was up with the man? He cleared his throat. "You must be here to give me my money."
Yang Zhi froze for a moment before taking a deep breath and saying through gritted teeth. "...Yes." He had sold off a lot of his possessions and had even taken out of the possessions of his children to be able to scrape the money together. Just looking at the amount he was about to give Yang Xue made his heart ache.
A mandron did not need that much money!
