Facing Han Wenlong's questioning, Wang Hao responded with a faint smile, evasively changing the subject.
"Lord Long, The Great Wall is the face of our Huaxia Empire. Two years ago, I had the fortune to see it once; those walls are a good six or seven meters thick. I originally thought that this kind of 'thick skin' was already quite something. But now, having seen you, Lord Long, I've come to realize there are always people better than oneself. I truly admire you, admire you indeed!"
Even someone who had been kicked in the head by a donkey could tell that Wang Hao was mocking Lord Long for having a thick skin.
Standing next to Lord Long, a short, fat man pointed his left hand at Wang Hao and bellowed, "Wang Hao, what do you mean by that? Are you calling Lord Long thick-skinned?"
Wang Hao pinched the cheek of a young maidservant, laughing as he said, "That's your wording, not mine!"
