"Mr. Gao, I implore you to spare him on account of my old face," Brother Bao pleaded.
"What do you mean by that?"
Mr. Gao's expression hardened, "Am I supposed to just swallow this indignity? My wife has been bewitched by him, head over heels, like some kind of demon fox, disrupting the peace of my household. I can't let this matter rest!"
Phoenix Blood appeared utterly indifferent, not only failing to apologize but even provoking further.
"What are you suggesting? Just yesterday, you smashed my lute and had someone injure me; I haven't even settled that score with you, and here you are, unable to sit still. These issues between us, if they really blow up, I'm not afraid. But you, Mr. Gao—are you really prepared to endure the wrath of your wife?"
His mockery was so undisguised that it caused Mr. Gao's face to turn livid with rage, clearly infuriated.
Just then, a Young Servant came to report that a girl carrying a small basket wanted to see Phoenix Blood outside the building.
