"Yang Ping, others may not know you, but don't I understand you? You've always been kind-hearted and lenient, and moreover, you harbor special feelings towards Mu Bingtong. How can I trust you then? Huh? We grew up together, you should know what kind of person I am; I never do things I'm not sure of. But handing Mu Bingtong over to you, I just feel uncertain. You understand what I mean, right?"
Actually, Yang Kun had already realized that Yang Ping was deliberately making up a topic. He sighed inwardly; he had thought that even if everyone else turned against him, at least he still had this childhood friend. Although he truly despised this childhood friend because Yang Ping was really useless, in Yang Kun's heart, a childhood friend is still a childhood friend. Only he can look down on him, not others. He can bully him, but others can't.
