Zhao Lizheng squinted his eyes, "Well, Sanlang, you're really good at using a borrowed knife to kill someone."
Jiang Youzhi put down his teacup and said with a grin, "Uncle Li Zheng, look at me now, I can't do it myself, I have no choice."
"Besides, even if I don't say anything, you'll find out sooner or later, don't you agree?"
Zhao Lizheng pondered for a moment, "Aren't you afraid your second uncle will find out?"
Jiang Youzhi smiled, "As long as Uncle Zheng doesn't say anything, how could he possibly know?"
Zhao Lizheng stroked his beard, "You said it, but you didn't ask me to keep it a secret for you."
Jiang Youzhi went along with it, "Then I have to ask Uncle Li Zheng to keep it a secret for me."
Zhao Lizheng squinted at him, "Keeping it a secret for you isn't impossible—"
Jiang Youzhi remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
A sharp light flashed in Zhao Lizheng's eyes, "I can guarantee that apart from me, no one else will know about this."
