Half an hour later, at Lin Xiangguo's mansion.
"He really said that!" Lin Xiangguo's face twisted in anger, staring at his old friend, he asked word by word.
The halfling old man sipped the best pre-rain Longjing tea from the Lin mansion while munching on snacks, "Believe it or not, I heard Marshal Mo say it myself."
"How dare that old bastard!" Lin Xiangguo's eyes were bloodshot, teeth clenched.
"But if that kid really brings the girl, would you dare kick the door?" the halfling old man retorted.
After pondering, Lin Xiangguo slumped onto his cushion, "I wouldn't dare."
Damn, if I really kicked the door down, wouldn't the Lin family's reputation be ruined? Then, in the court hall, those officials would go after him like mad dogs.
