"Ha!" Jiang Yixiu glared at Jin Bao Yan. "You're so biased. When Old Xiao used to beat me up, you were just drinking on the side, about to sing along. Now I haven't even touched anyone and you say I'm crazy!"
"Damn it, you heartless bastard. All these years, I've been good to you for nothing—"
Jin Bao Yan coughed lightly, seemingly a bit embarrassed. "How can you two be the same? Why did Old Xiao hit you back then? You tell me, if you have the guts, say it yourself. Could things have worked out if you weren't hit back then? Without it, you'd probably be a wandering ghost now."
Jiang Yixiu thought about it and realized it might be true. "So, yeah! I'm just saying. How could I bear to hit Old Xiao! You two are my good brothers. Isn't it just Mu Zanting? When I find him, I'll definitely skin him alive."
"And what about his sister, Mu Qingxin? What do you plan to do with her?" Jin Bao Yan continued.
It seemed the question circled back again—
