"I am here under your father's orders to protect you. Without a direct command from him, I will not leave."
"Old man, you'd better change your way of talking. Don't keep saying 'your father'."
Li Hao's eyebrows creased as he stared at the other person.
Li He was slightly taken aback, feeling a chill approaching.
He felt somewhat uncomfortable in his heart. Although he had been transferred here temporarily and had heard about the father-son battle in Qingzhou City, in his view, what if there was a battle? After all, they were father and son; could they really sever ties completely?
"Young master, you are being rather disrespectful," Li He said earnestly, his face solemn.
"To you, or to whom?"
Li Hao's eyes narrowed, a black aura swirling around him, flashing dangerously.
Li He noticed it, but his straightforward nature compelled him to say honestly, "Of course, your father. As for how you treat me, I don't mind..."
