Shrugging, Lin Hao turned and left.
The Lu family had nothing to do with him anymore, and he didn't want to get involved in their affairs.
The middle-aged man stared at Lin Hao's departing figure, his eyes glinting. In the end, he said nothing, simply pulling Lu Diewu to her feet and quickly leaving the Treasure Hunting Pavilion.
Tears welled in Lu Diewu's eyes, her hopeful gaze fixed on Lin Hao, but he never once looked back.
Upon entering the Treasure Hunting Pavilion, Ninety-Three personally escorted Lin Hao to the VIP room.
"Young Master Lin, I feel terrible that I couldn't help you when you entered the city. You must stay for a couple more days this time. As long as I'm here, Chu Junxiong won't dare to lay a hand on you."
Ninety-Three spoke as he brewed tea for Lin Hao.
