"What did you say?!"
Le Luoluo stared hard at Wang Yang, who merely smiled without answering.
Le Luoluo sneered:
"The two Haye watched me grow up and treated me like their own son! They taught me every tribal affair, great and small, hand in hand! I became the Junior Chief and moved into the Nine-Head Tent entirely through my two uncles' support! Their kindness to me weighs as heavy as a mountain, and I respect them both as my own fathers! What is this talk of escaping their control? Never mind that they haven't been controlling me—even if they were, I would never think of breaking free! If you're trying to sow discord between us so you can fish for profit in troubled waters, I advise you to put that notion out of your mind!"
Wang Yang smiled and shook his head.
Le Luoluo said coldly, "You don't believe me?"
Wang Yang looked at Le Luoluo with a faintly amused smile:
"I just find you rather interesting. You clearly don't want to submit to Yatutucha, yet you insist on acting as though you do. After hearing the terms of submission, you clearly began secretly considering how to use submission as a chance to free yourself from their restraints. Now that I've laid it out plainly, you refuse to admit it. Oh, you're trying to probe where I got my information..."
Le Luoluo was shocked. He straightened abruptly and stared at Wang Yang as though he had seen a ghost:
"You, you, you-are you some mountain spirit in human form?"
Wang Yang laughed. "The human heart is a hundred times more inscrutable than any mountain spirit. If I were one, wouldn't you have run rings around me long ago?"
Le Luoluo's gaze fastened on Wang Yang's smiling face, as though trying