Zi Xieqing's brows furrowed slightly. She asked a little suspiciously, "Is it?"
Chu Yang nodded with certainty. "Absolutely!"
Zi Xieqing frowned. "Why would Diwu Qingrou want to remind you? Aren't you his enemy?"
Chu Yang said, "Yes, we're absolutely not friends!"
Zi Xieqing was puzzled. "Then why would he remind you?"
Chu Yang slowly let out a breath and said, "Sometimes, an enemy is much more reliable than a so-called friend!" He smiled deeply. "Actually, sometimes, only an enemy can unknowingly lend a big help to you. But Diwu Qingrou is not helping me this time around."
"For instance, Diwu Qingyun," Chu Yang said lightly, "Diwu Qingrou is using a strategy that he always uses — kill one with a borrowed knife! And the person he wants to borrow knife can't reject it! Even if you want to provoke him back, no one else will believe you! So you can only let him borrow your knife. This is what he's clever at!"