It was true what they said: one feared not a godlike assassin, but a piglike roommate.
If he could, Li Mu Yang really wanted to tie Cui Meng, that idiot, up like a dumpling and roll him down the nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine steps of the White Cloud Heavenly Stairway.
He said what he should have said, then blurted out what he shouldn't have said too. Did he have no sense of roommate loyalty?
Li Mu Yang secretly decided to cancel every one of the lavish drinking sessions he had planned to treat Cui Meng to.
After hearing Cui Meng's words, everyone's gaze shifted to Li Mu Yang's face.
It was as though countless Buddhist lamps had gathered in a circle and were shining down on him.
Some gazes held envy, some jealousy, and some wariness.
A few people even secretly drew their blades. If Li Mu Yang truly was a suspect, they had to seize and interrogate him first. Regardless of whether he was their savior, they had to get to the bottom of why he had been lying in ambush beneath the hot spring where the young lady was bathing. Had he known beforehand that an assassin would attack?
If he had known, how had he known?
If he hadn't, what had he been doing hiding down there?
Cui Xiaoxin's brows drew together slightly. Her gaze swept over Li Mu Yang's face before fixing firmly on Cui Meng. She asked, "You said he went out to find somewhere to bathe?"
"Yes." Cui Meng nodded repeatedly. As long as this matter had nothing to do with him, it no longer mattered much who else it involved. He was only a minor figure, and the most important thing for a minor figure was to preserve his own life. Besides, he hadn't lied; he