An Ancient Tale

Although inwardly his mind was racing, his expression didn't show any trace of that. He simply looked at Zhixiang with an enigmatic smile.

She blinked. Considering Meng Hao's expression, it was impossible to determine what he was thinking, and she could only inwardly curse his craftiness.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me then just forget about it," she continued with a laugh. "Let's change the subject. The two of us had an agreement, and you owe me some help." A shrewd look appeared on her beautiful face.

"Actually," replied Meng Hao with a casual laugh, "the truth of the matter is that we don't have any formal agreement with each other. However, considering how you've helped me out throughout the years, I don't mind returning the favor. I can help you out a little, but regarding anything too complicated, my hands are tied."