Qin Hao's words came out, and Su Lingfeng's face was full of inexplicable expression.
And around, people were stunned for a moment.
What?
Is this Qin Hao bombarding us as low-level?
What audacity!
Soon, people came to their senses, and anger flashed on their faces.
"What a madman!"
"It's fine that he has no talent, but insulting us?"
Wei Zhongxun was so furious that he clenched his fists: "You piece of trash! What nonsense are you spouting! I'm giving you a chance to correct your words!"
Despite the surrounding anger, Qin Hao seemed not to hear it.
He shook his head: "Brother Su, it seems the most impressive art here is your calligraphy. This boring gathering, I might as well leave."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Stop right there!"
Wei Zhongxun shouted, stopping Qin Hao: "Trash! You pretend and want to run? It's not that easy!"
Lei Xiuzhu also frowned, showing restrained anger: "Qin Hao, on what ground do you call my sword dance low-level?"
