Listening to her shout, Yang Ze's lips twitched in response before he gave her a nod. Had he known, he wouldn't have walked out of the room, but now that he was already out, it was hard for him to ignore it.
"What a mess." Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Yang Ze signalled her to wait before walking back to the house, and after searching in vain for a while, just picked up the few pieces of paper and headed back up.
From what he had gathered so far, the annual gathering was a way for people like Sun Qiao to show off their new findings or any breakthroughs.
Even though he didn't want to go there and participate in it, he didn't have any other choice. Especially now that the old woman was personally escorting him there.
"Well, at least I will be able to gather more intelligence there." In the end, Yang Ze could only console himself with this thinking.
