Old Miao saw Li Xiangyang stop. "Little Li, I just went to your house to look for you. Your dad said you weren't home." He had searched everywhere for someone to help him make trouble for the person who bought his house, but couldn't find anyone, so he had no choice but to go back and discuss it with Li Xiangyang.
Li Xiangyang gave a faint smile. "Go on. What's this about?"
"Let's talk at your place!" Old Miao said, turning his handlebars and riding toward Li Xiangyang's house.
Old Li watched Old Miao return and frowned. "I told you Xiangyang wasn't home. You thought I was lying to you?"
Old Miao laughed sheepishly. "Not at all, Sir. I ran into Xiangyang on his way back right after I left." 'He really was a butcher,' he thought. 'Even in old age, he still has such a menacing air about him.'
Before Old Miao could finish speaking, Old Li saw Li Xiangyang ride up to the gate. He gave Old Miao a cool look. "Come in and sit."
