Sister?
Yang Zhen stared in bewilderment at the dashing youth before him, unable to recall when he had wronged anyone's sister.
During this time, Yang Zhen had been so low-profile that he practically didn't exist. In such circumstances, to be blamed for harming someone, he strongly doubted whether he naturally possessed the biggest antagonist's buff, even passively at that!
The sleazy cat too, dumbfounded, gazed at Yang Zhen and, with a gasp of surprise, asked, "Kid, when did you develop a taste for wreaking havoc on innocent women?"
Yang Zhen smacked the cat on the head, cursing vehemently, "Shut up, you piece of shit! When did this Sao Saint ever ruin any innocent woman?"
"Then what's going on? Don't tell me there's another person with the same name as you who harmed his sister, and now you've inherited his mess."
"Why the hell would Sao Saint bear their blame?" Yang Zhen glared, turning to face the handsome youth.