Mingyu felt a surge of panic, his heart racing with anxiety as he struggled to process the implications of Master Zhang's words. 'Has Zhang Renyi really come across the real owner of this body?' he thought to himself, his mind racing with possibilities and doubts.
The question seemed to hang in the air, taunting him with its uncertainty. But on the outside, he quickly collected himself, scoffing in disdain as he tried to deflect Master Zhang's attention. "I was an orphan, abandoned in a desolate village," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of desperation. "How would I have been able to afford being treated by you?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but his words were laced with a subtle tension that betrayed his growing unease.
