"What? Okay, I got it." Yang Yu's face twitched, and then he slowly put down the phone.
Yang Xiaoyong seemed to realize something too, and distanced himself from Yang Yu, "Ah Yu, are you the Yang Yu who's been so prominent in Tianhai City recently?"
"That's me." Yang Yu nodded, looking at Yang Xiaoyong with immense heartache, "Xiaoyong, tell me, have you really become a human trafficker, turned from a victim into a perpetrator?"
"So it was your car they were tracking that day," Yang Xiaoyong said with a face full of scorn. "Ah Yu, for the sake of our childhood friendship, just leave. I'll pretend this never happened."
"Xiaoyong, stop this!" Yang Yu pleaded earnestly, "As long as you don't continue down this path, I can also pretend nothing ever happened."
