Hearing Yang Zhiyuan's words, Mo Wangchen slightly furrowed his brows.
Unexpectedly, his opponent was so astute to discover his presence.
"Come out!"
Yang Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and barked another command, his gaze fixed on the direction of the bushes where Mo Wangchen was hiding.
He had no doubt; he had indeed sensed someone hiding there just moments ago.
Swoosh!
A figure walked out from the bushes—it was Mo Wangchen, with a slight frown on his face, his eyes on the two before him.
"Who are you? What are you sneaking around here for?!"
Yang Zhiyuan squinted at Mo Wangchen, scolding him, while also stepping closer.
"I just happened to be here," replied Mo Wangchen.
"Did you hear what we were saying just now?" A flash of cold light passed through Yang Zhiyuan's eyes.
Mo Wangchen frowned, "What do you mean by this? I have been here since early morning. You passed by and had a conversation here. Even if I heard, how can you blame me?"
