Yu Ziqing had already gotten used to looking for Yang whenever there was something to discuss or something he needed advice on.
Compared to flipping through books himself not knowing which one to read, looking for Yang was much more convenient.
At the very least, Yang would tell him which book to look in or which direction might be fruitful.
This time he was scolded, and Yu Ziqing didn't dare continue summoning him.
Yang wanting to scold him was probably true, and being really busy with no time was probably true as well.
Yu Ziqing had already gathered enough experience to know Yang's grumpiness was directly proportional to the importance of what he was doing.
"Forget it, I'll respect the old and love the young, and not bicker with him!"
Yu Ziqing walked out of the Seventh Floor ring, sighing deeply.
Getting something for free without showing his face wasn't going to work; he'd have to go to the Lihuo Institute or Langya Institute himself.
