"You don't even know Lin Dapao?"
Su Tuhu widened his eyes, looking at him like a country bumpkin, muttering to himself, "The waiter must be blind, letting someone like you sneak in."
"Kid, listen carefully."
Su Hutu arrogantly said, "Lin Dapao is the father of Lin Renwang, once upon a time in Yanjing, a stomp from him would instill fear in countless people. Back then, Lin Dapao was still in his youthful prime, claiming unbeatable prowess all over Huaxia."
"Now do you understand?"
"You were so arrogant just now to me and Prince, thinking you're Lin Dapao and Lin Renwang?"
After speaking, Su Tuhu raised his head proudly again, as if his breadth of knowledge was superior to Lin Hai, feeling a surge of superiority.
Using names like Lin Renwang and Lin Dapao to show off, indeed feels great.
Lin Hai looked at Su Hutu strangely, "From my impression, Lin Dapao should be a kind elderly man."
