"Hello, Chen Yang."
The old man's face carried a kind expression as he greeted Chen Yang.
Chen Yang furrowed his brows and, without beating around the bush, he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
With a smile still on his face, the old man said, "You don't need to know who I am. It's not good for you."
"Then do you know who I am?"
Chen Yang changed the question, which seemed rather brainless, but it would test how much the old man knew about him and, indirectly, deduce his purpose.
"I know everything about you," replied the old man with a mysterious smile, thinking his answer was flawless. Yet, Chen Yang caught a flaw.
Chen Yang's eyes gleamed as he said with a smile, "I know who you are."
"Who?" The old man's face showed a hint of surprise.
Chen Yang confidently said, "You're the one who entrusted my master to arrange for me to protect Rou Rou."
Since the other party claimed to know everything, Chen Yang inferred that he also knew he was protecting Lin Rou.
