The old man pressed his lips together.
He suspected the young man was trying to get him to let something slip again.
But there was no way the other party could have asked that question without knowing anything...
The old man felt like his head was about to split.
"...Why do you ask?"
The old man's words came slowly, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"What do you know?"
"Who told you?"
"You..."
Xiao Xiao smiled faintly.
"I told you, I'm here at a friend's request."
"Naturally, my friend told me about these things."
"Who is your friend?"
The old man sounded rather urgent.
He had a vague feeling that the friend this young man spoke of... was the key to everything.
"Someone I know?"
"How did he know..."
To be honest, as far as he knew, only his wife knew the answer to the question the young man had just asked.
But...
It couldn't be his wife.
If she really wanted to ask him something, she could just ask him directly.
Why would she go around in such a huge circle... and get a young stranger to ask him?
What was that supposed to mean?
It was just too strange.
So the friend this young man spoke of definitely wasn't his wife.
Then who could it be?
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"My friend wants to know..."
"Why do you hate the pipa?"
Xiao Xiao had returned to the original question.
It was also the reason he had come.
"The pipa sounds beautiful when played—"
"Beautiful, my foot!"
The old man interrupted Xiao Xiao rather roughly.
His face was as dark as water.
Xiao Xiao quietly looked at the old man.
He wasn't startled by the old man's sudden interruption or raised voice.
His