"Your zither is going to be stolen, and you're concerned with me?" Chu Yang snorted, "Am I that important?"
"Zither? Someone intends to steal the zither?" Young Master Yu's complexion changed, and a murderous intention filled the air.
"Now it is unlikely because this person found me, and wanted me to steal the zither." Chu Yang said with an incredible smile, "Quite a coincidence. Isn't it?"
Chu Yang had always despised people who — appeared nice on the surface but spoke ill of others and used contemptible means to defeat their enemies. Now that he had come across one such person, it was unlikely that he'd assist the same.
"Why didn't you just kill them?" Young Master Yu frowned.
