Zhang Liulang?
Li Qingmu's pupils contracted; he had seen this name before on the Yulong Pavilion roster. Needless to say, he was someone from the Yulong Pavilion!
Then, the person beside him should be Yang Shiqi.
The two of them had great synergy and liked to act together.
Sometimes, they didn't even need to speak; just a look was enough to understand what the other was thinking.
Li Qingmu sat on a chair that had been wiped spotlessly clean, propping his head with one hand, while stroking his chin with the other, squinting thoughtfully.
He was thinking of a plan; these two needed to be saved, but how could he do it without raising suspicions and without alerting his mother?
Li Qingmu sank into contemplation.
"Pa!"
A dull thud reached his ears, and Li Qingmu swiftly raised his head, noticing a flash of pain on Zhang Liulang's youthful face.
On his body were intertwined scars, deep enough to see the bone.
