Zirong arched an eyebrow as he looked at the retreating figure of Mu Hanyan, his mind churning with a different set of considerations. His recent encounters with the Young Master, his actions, could they all merely be coincidental? Unlikely. Indeed, the Young Master was not the worthless playboy that rumors made him out to be. Upon closer consideration, the world always mocked the Young Master as a disgraceful playboy, yet, if one really thought about it, there seemed not to be a single instance where he had committed any atrocious deed.