"By the way, what was your name again? Lin something? I've been so focused on finding Meng Qing lately that my memory isn't what it used to be." Marquis Red Blood looked at Lin Hao, actually deigning to ask his name.
These words from Marquis Red Blood made it clear he didn't see Lin Hao as anyone of importance.
Or perhaps, he had another, deeper meaning.
'I've done everything you asked. Now it's time for you to get lost.'
Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly. Then, with a look of pure innocence, he replied, "My name is Lin Hao. You're getting on in years, Uncle. You shouldn't be overexerting yourself."
The expressions of the others changed drastically when they heard this.
They were all men of a Patriarch's standing, so they all understood the hidden barb in Lin Hao's words.
He was basically calling Marquis Red Blood a lecherous old man trying to prey on a young woman.
Lin Hao was far too audacious!
