Yang Ge suddenly asked, "Did Li Jincheng give you a heads-up?"
Wu Eryong shook his head without thinking, like a bobblehead, "No, no, what are you talking about, sir? I don't understand at all..."
Yang Ge laughed, stood up and said, "Fine, since you don't treat me as a friend, I won't say much anymore. Do whatever you please!"
He turned to leave, and Wu Eryong hurriedly followed him, bowing repeatedly and saying, "Elder Brother, our young master didn't mean that. He thinks that for a person of your rare caliber to routinely sully your hands over our trivial family matters, it gives too much face to those short-lived and also unjustly demeans your status!"
Yang Ge stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at him, "Didn't you just say that Li Jincheng did not give you a heads-up?"
"This..."
Wu Eryong sheepishly said, "I was mistaken, mistaken."
Just then, someone brought in two bowls of tea. Yang Ge casually took one and turned around to sit silently in the hall.
