The entire hall, including the private room, was incredibly cold, and because of a single phrase from Lin Hao, the temperature seemed to plummet to freezing point.
His gaze turned towards Xiao Dingshan, whose cheeks immediately became dull and pale, his aged body shuddered violently, and his legs couldn't help but shake.
"Thump!"
He knelt down on the spot, filled with remorse, annoyance, fear, and dread, he began to kowtow heavily, with an edge of crying in his voice.
"Thud."
His forehead reddened as it made contact with the floor.
"Thud!"
Again, his brow began to bleed as he continued to kowtow.
While kowtowing, he wailed:
"Young master, Lin Young Master, I was blind to the mountain before me, please spare my life, young master."
Lin Hao looked down, gazing indifferently at Xiao Dingshan: "If you were me, would you let me off?"
The form of Xiao Dingshan suddenly stopped, as though someone had pressed the pause button, completely motionless.
