"Hmm, that's indeed a good question. Why do you think Han Ziye is so determined to kill Meng Fang?"
Yu Siang didn't answer Yan Yue's question directly but instead tossed the question back to Yan Yue again. Yu Siang's thin lips slightly curled, and his eyes, dark as ink, flashed a sharp, cold light, as he looked at Yan Yue with an expression that was enigmatic and deep.
"What exactly do you know? Can't you stop saying half and holding back the other half?"
This time, Yan Yue was somewhat annoyed too; after all, Yu Siang was tantalizing him.
As Yan Yue finished his sentence, Yu Siang merely shrugged indifferently. His tall frame sank into the soft sofa, his deep eyes glinting as he said, "I really can't answer that for you; all I know is that now the entire Diqing Sect is stirred up because of Meng Fang's matter, all condemning Han Ziye, yet Han Ziye still hasn't come forward to respond at all."
