Chu Yang chuckled coldly, "Chu Ailan, Chang Yuze, the two of you know exactly what you've done."
"I can't imagine how you can be so shameless."
"It's really true that without shame, one is invincible!"
Chang Yuze and Chu Ailan's faces turned as ugly as if they had eaten dog excrement, and Chu Ailan, hands on her hips, was the spitting image of a shrew: "Chu Yang, you're talking nonsense; we haven't stolen the core secrets of the Chinese herbal medicine cultivation at all."
"Are... are you framing me?"
Chang Yuze fixed his gaze on Chu Yang, his tone threatening as he chastised him, "Chu Yang, you better apologize to my mom right now, or I won't let you off."
Chu Yang looked at Chang Yuze, his eyes turning cold, "Oh? You won't let me off?"
"Heh, I really want to see what you're going to do about it."
"Go ahead, make a move; if you don't, you're the grandson."
