The old man stood in the middle of the hall, looking at Di Mo with a calm gaze, his expression indifferent. "The girl doesn't know any better, please forgive her impertinence, Di Boss. Let me make amends for you." As he spoke, he gave a slight nod to Di Mo and made a slight bow, but his demeanor was still indifferent.
In theory, this person was probably Di Mo's grandfather or a similar figure, but the two of them meeting seemed so unfamiliar and polite, no, not polite, but as cold as water. When a senior bowed to himself, and Di Mo accepted it, it was definitely speaking from the positions of the heads of the family. There was no affection, only the heads of two powerful families.
Di Mo said coldly, "Don't give me a chance to kill her."
The old man nodded slightly, waved his hand to the back, and the three men and one woman, more fearful than angry, retreated.
