After leaving Jiang Jingjiu's place.
Yang Jing felt pretty annoyed.
"Mr. Chen, that old guy clearly played us. Why didn't we just kill him!" Yang Jing said angrily.
Repeatedly breaking promises, not to mention whether Chen Yang would get angry, even Yang Jing felt especially frustrated.
Chen Yang waved his hand and chuckled, "He wasn't playing us."
"Not? First baiting us with direct promises, then having us look for Heavenly Silkworm Holy Wine, and in the end, not a clue given. Isn't that playing us?" Yang Jing didn't understand.
He was straightforward and wouldn't think too much. If he could act, he'd never just rant.
