Looking at Ouyang Lei with a strange and disbelieving expression, Yang Le said, “Say, Ouyang Lei, are you nuts? Tang Xiu told me to steal from you, yet you thanked him for it? What reasoning is this? Properly speaking, you should have taken one of your shoes and thrown it at him, no?”
The grateful expression on Ouyang Lei’s face froze. He stared blankly at Tang Xiu and Yang Le. At this moment, he looked like he was just abruptly awakened from a dream. That’s right! Why on earth did I thank him? Thanks to them I almost collapsed in the past two days!
In a flash, the feeling of gratitude inside Ouyang Lei’s heart vanished. He wanted to vent his anger, yet dared not do so. Firstly, needless to say, Tang Xiu was in front of him. Also, the fella named Yang Le was… way too powerful. This guy was likely a godly thief.